 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, A bringer of new things; and vile it were For some three suns to store and hoard...  Translations - Page 76by George William Lyttelton Baron Lyttelton, William Ewart Gladstone - 1863 - 205 pagesFull view - About this book
 | Ralph Waldo Emerson - 1880 - 584 pages
...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...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... | |
 | 1962 - 616 pages
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 | William Swinton - 1880 - 694 pages
...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 25 Little remains ; but every hour is saved From that eternal silence — something more, A bringer... | |
 | William Makepeace Thackeray - 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
...ever when 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... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1881 - 502 pages
...forever when 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 top little, and of one to me Little remains : but every hour is saved From that eternal silence, something... | |
 | William Swinton - 1882 - 686 pages
...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. Life piled on life Were all...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,... | |
 | Charles Anderson Dana - 1882 - 906 pages
...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 little, and of one to rtie • Little remains : but every hour is saved From that eternal silence, something more, A bringer... | |
 | John Watts De Peyster - 1882 - 74 pages
...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 but every hour is saved From that eternal silence, something more, A bringer... | |
 | John Watts De Peyster - 1882 - 76 pages
...when I move. How dull it is to pause, to make a» end, To rust unbnrnish'd, not to shine in use J A» tho' to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were all too little, . . . Little remains : but every hour is saved From that eternal silence, something more, A bringer... | |
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