 Little remains: but every hour is saved From that eternal silence, something more, A bringer of new things; and vile it were For some three suns to store and hoard myself, And this...  Once a Week - Sida 55redigerad av - 1864Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - Om den här boken
 | 1881 - 622 sidor
...I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use ! As tho' to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were all too little, and of one to me Little remains : but every hour is saved From that eternal silence.' All these, it... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1842 - 252 sidor
...I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use ! As tho' to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were all too little, and of one to me Little remains : but every hour is saved From that eternal silence, something more,... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1843 - 256 sidor
...I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use ! As tho' to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were all too little, and of one to me Little remains : but every hour is saved From that eternal silence, something more,... | |
 | 1844 - 714 sidor
...whose margin fades For ever and for ever when I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, As tho' to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were all too little, and of one to me Little remains : but every hour is saved From that eternal silence, something more,... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1845 - 510 sidor
...I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use! As tho' to breathe were life. Life piled on life • Were all too little, and of one to me Little remains : but every hour is saved From that eternal silence, something more,... | |
 | 1845 - 732 sidor
...I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use ! As tho" to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were all too little, and of one to me Little remains : but every hour is saved From that eternal silence, something more,... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1846 - 254 sidor
...I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use ! As tho' to breathe were life. Life piled on life ! Were all too little, and of one to me Little remains : but every hour is saved From that eternal silence, something more,... | |
 | Edwin Percy Whipple - 1848 - 372 sidor
...I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unbumish'd, not to shine in use ! As tho' to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were all too little, and of one to me Little remains : but every hour is saved From that eternal silence, something more,... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1851 - 290 sidor
...move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnished, not to shine in use ! As though to breathe were life. Life piled on "life Were all too little, and of one to me Little remains : but every hour is saved From that eternal silence, something more,... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1851 - 300 sidor
...move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnished, not to shine in use ! As though to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were all too little, and of one to me Little remains : but every hour is saved From that eternal silence, something more,... | |
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