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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... "
New Quarterly Review; Or, Home, Foreign and Colonial Journal - Page 206
1844
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The Edinburgh Review: Or Critical Journal, Volume 154

1881 - 622 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...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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Blackwood's Magazine, Volume 80

1856 - 834 pages
...of battle with my peers Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy. I am a part of all that I have met. Vile it were For some three suns to store and hoard myself, And this grey spirit yearning with desire To follow knowledge, like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound...
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Wissenschaftliche Grammatik der englischen Sprache von E. Fiedler (C. Sachs).

Eduard Fiedler - 1850 - 768 pages
...aermo), if peradventure this be true (Sh. Much. A. L 2); how sweet it were to seem falling asleep (Te.)j vile it were for some three suns to store and hoard myself (Te.) etc. etc. Auch mit Adverbien findet sich z. B, it isynough (Ch. 11923); well is me I kave thy...
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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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Poems, Volume 2

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1851 - 290 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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Poems, Volume 2

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1853 - 468 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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Poems

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1858 - 402 pages
...when I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, j To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use ! As tho' to breathe were life. Life piled on life ....saved ' From that eternal silence, something more, A briuger of new things ; and vile it were For some three suns to store and hoard myself, And this gray...
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Once a Week, Volume 12

Eneas Sweetland Dallas - 1864 - 750 pages
...it were to pause, to make an end, To rust ,iu inn ni -li. . !, not to shine in use, As t ii .11 .-h to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were all too little. I feel that, Heaven knows ; and yet I fain would follow love, if that might be. That sweet winning...
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Wissenschaftliche Grammatik der englischen Sprache, Volume 2

Eduard Fiedler - 1861 - 438 pages
...sermo), if peradventure this be true (Sh. Much. AI 2); how sweet it were to seem falling asleep (Te.); vile it were for some three suns to store and hoard myself (Te.) etc. etc. 116 Auch mit Adverbien findet sich z. B, it isynough (Ch. 11923); well is me I have...
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Poems: In Two Volumes, Volume 2

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1863 - 468 pages
...•'""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 Little remains . T>ut every hour is saved From that eternal silence, something more, A bringer of new things ; and...
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