 | William Henry Davenport Adams - 1880 - 388 pages
...all sad words of tongue or pen, The saddest are these, ' It 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. Life piled on life Were all too... | |
 | 1881 - 654 pages
...am a part of all that I have met ; Yet all experience is an arch wherethro' Gleams that untravelled world, whose margin fades For ever and for ever when...move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust untarnished, not to shine in use ! As tho' to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were all too little,... | |
 | Mary Gifford Raleigh - 1881 - 348 pages
...gave up his home there, and became a wanderer iii search of health. CHAPTEE V. FAILURE OF HEALTH. " How dull it is to pause, to make an end ; To rust unburnished, not to shine in use, As tho' to breathe were Life." TENNYSON. THE trial to Alexander Ealeigh... | |
 | John Watts De Peyster - 1882 - 174 pages
...experience is an arch where thro' Gleams that untravel'd world, whose margin fades Forever and forever when I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use ! As iho' to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were all too little, . . . Little remains : but every... | |
 | John Watts De Peyster - 1882 - 74 pages
...experience is an arch where thro' Gleams that untravel'd world, whose margin fades Forever and forever when I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in uset As tho' to breathe were life. Life piled on, life Were all too little, . . . Little remains r... | |
 | Charles Anderson Dana - American poetry - 1882 - 906 pages
...experience is an arch wherethrough Gleams that untravelcd world, whose margin fades Forever and forever when I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust nnburnished, not to shine in use ! As though to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were all too... | |
 | John Watts De Peyster - Queens - 1882 - 76 pages
...experience is an arch where thro' Gleams that uatravel'd world, whose margin fades Forever and forever when I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnisti'd, not to shine in use f As tho' to breathe were life. Life piled on lifeWere all too little,... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - English poetry - 1883 - 740 pages
...wherethro' ' [margin fades Gleams that untravell'd world, whose Forever and forever when I move. I How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use ! [on life As tho' to breathe were life. Life piled Were all too little, and of one to me Little remains... | |
 | Daniel Greenleaf Thompson - Psychology - 1884 - 1102 pages
...commonly indicate by the term monotony : ' Too much rest is rust. There's ever cheer in changing.' ' ' How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unbnrnished, not to shine in use 1 As tho' to breathe were life, life piled on life Were all too little,... | |
 | William Swinton - Readers - 1885 - 620 pages
...a part of all that I have met; Yet all experience is an arch 1 wherethrough Gleams that untraveled world whose margin fades For ever and for ever when...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,... | |
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And drunk delight of battle with my peers, Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy. I am a part of all that I have met ; Yet all experience is an arch wherethro... 
