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" 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... "
English Prose and Poetry - Page 533
by John Matthews Manly - 1926 - 882 pages
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The Edinburgh Review: Or Critical Journal, Volume 154

1881 - 622 pages
...wherethro' Gleams that untravell'd 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,...but every hour is saved From that eternal silence.' All these, it is plain, are not individual thoughts and sentiments. They are what, under the required...
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Poems, Volume 2

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1842 - 252 pages
...wherethro' Gleams that untravell'd 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,...some three suns to store and hoard myself, And this gray spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge, like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of...
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Poems, Volume 2

Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1843 - 256 pages
...wherethro' Gleams that untravell'd 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,...some three suns to store and hoard myself, And this gray spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge, like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of...
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New Quarterly Review; Or, Home, Foreign and Colonial Journal, Volume 3

1844 - 714 pages
...world, whose margin fades 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...some three suns to store and hoard myself, And this gray spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge, like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of...
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Poems

Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1845 - 510 pages
...wherethro' Gleams that untravell'd 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,...some three suns to store and hoard myself, And this gray spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge, like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of...
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The American Whig Review, Volume 2

1845 - 732 pages
...where thro' Gleams that untravel'd 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,...some three suns to store and hoard myself, And this gray spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge, like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of...
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Poems, Volume 2

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1846 - 254 pages
...wherethro' Gleams that untravell'd 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,...some three suns to store and hoard myself, And this gray spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge, like a sinking star, . Beyond the utmost bound...
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Essays and Reviews ...

Edwin Percy Whipple - 1848 - 372 pages
...fades For ever and for ever when I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unbumish'd, not to shine in use ! As tho' to breathe were life....some three suns to store and hoard myself, And this gray spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge, like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of...
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Essays and Reviews, Volume 1

Edwin Percy Whipple - 1851 - 434 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...some three suns to store and hoard myself. And this gray spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge, like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of...
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Poems

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1851 - 300 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...bringer of new things ; and vile it were For some three sums to store and hoard myself, And this gray spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge, like a...
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