| Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1876 - 452 pages
...when I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnisVd, not to shine in use! As tho' to breathe were life. Life piled on (life Were all...to me Little remains : but every hour is saved From tliat eternal silence, something more, A bringer of new things; an'd vile it were For some three suns... | |
| Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1879 - 314 pages
...forever when I move. How dull it is to panse, to make an en<I To rust unburnished, not to shine in As though to breathe were life. Life piled on life...Were all too little, and of one to me Little remains : bnt every hour is saved From that eternal silence, something more, A bringer of new things ; and... | |
| Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - English poetry - 1877 - 392 pages
...dnll it is to panse, to make an end, To rnst nnl'ana-ifil. not to shine in nse ! As tho' to hreathe were life. Life piled on life Were all too little, and of one to me Little remaius : hnt every honr is saved From that eternal silence, something more, A hringer of new things... | |
| Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1879 - 236 pages
...an end, To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use ! As tho' to breathe were life. Life piled on lilc Were all too little, and of one to me Little remains...saved From that eternal silence, something more. A brin;j?r of new things ; and vile it were For some three suns to store and board myself, And this gray... | |
| William Henry Davenport Adams - 1880 - 388 pages
...might have been !' " —y. G. Whittier. " How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnished, not to shine in use ! As though to breathe were life....silence, something more, A bringer of new things." — Tennyson. " Thrift of time will repay you in after-life with a usury of profit beyond your most... | |
| Ralph Waldo Emerson - American poetry - 1880 - 584 pages
...fades Forever and forever when I 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....saved From that eternal silence, something more, A bringor of new things ; and vile it were For some three suns to store and hoard myself, And this gray... | |
| William Swinton - American literature - 1880 - 694 pages
...«, Forever and forever when I 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....piled on life Were all too little, and of one to me 25 Little remains ; but every hour is saved From that eternal silence — something more, A bringer... | |
| William Makepeace Thackeray - Electronic journals - 1880 - 800 pages
...suffered— greatly both with those That lov'd me and alone. . . , How dull it is to pause, to make an end ! And vile it were For some three suns to store and hoard myself, And this grey spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge. There lies the port : the vessel puffs her rail.... | |
| 1881 - 504 pages
...I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an eud, To rust unburnished, 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 : hut every hour is saved From that eternal silence, something more, A bringer of new things ; and... | |
| William Swinton - English literature - 1882 - 686 pages
...fades Forever and forever when I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnishcd, not to shine in use ! As though to breathe were life....A bringer of new things; and vile it were For some three-suns to store and hoard myself, And this gray spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge,... | |
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