| Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1861 - 366 pagine
...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...in desire To follow knowledge, like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought. This is my son, mine own Telemachus, To whom I leave the... | |
| Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1861 - 376 pagine
...move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnished, not to sliine in use ! As though to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were all...in desire To follow knowledge, like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought Tliis is my son, mine own Telemachus, To whom I leave the... | |
| Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1862 - 698 pagine
...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...hoard myself, And this gray spirit yearning in desire rTo follow knowledge, like a sinking starf* ^ Beyond the utmost bound of human thought. This is my... | |
| George William Lyttelton Baron Lyttelton, William Ewart Gladstone - 1863 - 224 pagine
...Me vacui tasdet, perfunctum munere, regni. Splendet qui satagit : robigo foedat inertem. TENNYSON. As tho' to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were...in desire To follow knowledge, like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought. This is my son, mine own Telemachus, To whom I leave the... | |
| 1863 - 224 pagine
...confinia campi. Me vacui taedet, perfunctum munere, regni. Splendet qui satagit : robigo foedat inertem. As tho' to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were...in desire To follow knowledge, like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought. This is my son, mine own Telemachus, To whom I leave the... | |
| Hubert Ashton Holden - 1864 - 692 pagine
...world, whose margin fades for ever and for 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'...one to me little remains: but every hour is saved 526 Passages for Translation from that eternal silence, something more, a bringer of new things ; and... | |
| Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1866 - 734 pagine
...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 tho"...in desire To follow knowledge like a sinking star. Beyond the utmost bound of human thought. This is my son, mine own Telemachus, To whom I leave the... | |
| Whitnash rectory - 1866 - 478 pagine
...world, whose margin fades For ever and for 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'...in desire To follow knowledge, like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought. This is my son, mine own Telemachus, To whom I leave the... | |
| Charles Bilton - 1866 - 264 pagine
...world, whose margin fades For ever and for 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'...in desire To follow knowledge, like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought. This is my son, mine own Telemachus, To whom 1 leave the... | |
| Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1866 - 398 pagine
...move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnisned, not to shine in use ! As though to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were all...in desire To follow knowledge, like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought. This is my son, mine own Tclemachus, To whom I leave the... | |
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