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
| Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1886 - 694 pages
...ever 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 too little, and of one to me sea, TITHONUS. Little remains : but every hour is saved From that eternal silence, something more,... | |
| Edward John Hardy - 1887 - 300 pages
...unburnish'd, not to shine in use 1 As tho' to breathe was life. Life piled on life Were all too little : but every hour is saved From that eternal silence,...something more, A bringer of new things ; and vile it were To store and hoard myself yearning in desire To follow knowledge like a sinking star Beyond the utmost... | |
| William Swinton - 1887 - 686 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 15 Little remains ; but every hour is saved From that eternal silence — something more, A bringer... | |
| Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson, Frederick James Rowe, William Trego Webb - 1890 - 178 pages
...world, whose margin fades 20 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...hoard myself, And this gray spirit yearning in desire 30 To follow knowledge like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought. This is my son,... | |
| Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson, Frederick James Rowe, William Trego Webb - 1890 - 182 pages
...ever when I move/' How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unbnrnishM, not to shine in use ! As tho' to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were...For some three suns to store and hoard myself, And this'gfay spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound... | |
| Charles Anderson Dana - 1890 - 976 pages
...move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To ru.st 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 bringcr of new things : and vile it were Fur some three suns to store and hoard myself, And this gray... | |
| Blanche Wilder Bellamy, Maud Wilder Goodwin - 1890 - 402 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...to me Little remains : but every hour is saved From the eternal silence, something more, A bringer of new things ; and vile it were For some three suns... | |
| Brainerd Kellogg, Alonzo Reed - 1891 - 188 pages
...some, the critics described above have served an injunction ; but usage disregards the injunction. And vile it were for some three suns to store and hoard myself. — Tennyson. Enduring some ninety years. — Milne. Some four persons in the length and breadth of... | |
| William Dwight Whitney - 1891 - 258 pages
...stars may be'suns in their respective systems. — 5. A revolution of the earth round the sun ; a year. Vile it were For some three suns to store and hoard myself. Tennyson, Ulysses. 6. The rising of the sun; sunrise; day. Your vows are frosts, Fast for a night and... | |
| Brainerd Kellogg - 1892 - 362 pages
...forever when I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rest unburnish'd, not to shine in use ! As tho' to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were...little, and of one to me Little remains : but every honr is saved From that eternal silence, something more, A bringer of new things ; and vile it were... | |
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