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" We only toil, who are the first of things, And make perpetual moan, Still from one sorrow to another thrown : Nor ever fold our wings, And cease from wanderings, Nor steep our brows in slumber's holy balm ; Nor harken what the inner spirit sings, "There... "
The Williams Quarterly - Page 240
1857
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Blackwood's Magazine, Volume 65

1849
...consumed with sharp distress, While all things else have rest from weariness? All things have rest : why should we toil alone? We only toil, who are the first of things, And make perpetual moan, Still from one sorrow to another thrown : Nor ever fold our wings, And cease from wanderings, Nor steep...
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Poems, Volume 1

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1843 - 231 pages
...consumed with sharp distress, While all things else have rest from weariness ? All things have rest : why should we toil alone, We only toil, who are the first of things, And make perpetual moan, Still from one sorrow to another thrown : Nor ever fold our wings, And cease from wanderings Nor steep...
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The Eclectic Magazine of Foreign Literature, Science, and Art, Volumes 16-17

1849
...consumed with sharp distress, While all things else have rest from weariness ? All things have rest: why should we toil alone ? We only toil, who are the first of things, And make perpetual moan, Still from one sorrow to another thrown : Nor ever fold our wings, And cease from wanderings, Nor steep...
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The Eclectic Magazine: Foreign Literature, Volume 6

1845
...consumed with »harp distress, While all things else have rest from weariness? All things have rest, why should we toil alone.' We only toil who are the first of things, And make perpetual moan, Still from one sorrow to another thrown : Nor ever fold our wings, And cease from wanderings; Nor steep...
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Poems

Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1845
...consumed with sharp distress, While all things else have rest from weariness? All things have rest : why should we toil alone, We only toil, who are the first of things, And make perpetual moan, Still from one sorrow to another thrown : Nor ever fold our wings, And cease from wanderings Nor steep...
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Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 65

1849
...consumed with sharp distress, While all things else have rest from weariness? All things have rest : why should we toil alone? We only toil, who are the first of things, And make perpetual moan, Still from one sorrow to another thrown : Nor ever fold our wings, And cease from wanderings, Nor steep...
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The Living Authors of England

Thomas Powell - 1849 - 316 pages
...consumed with sharp distress, While all things else have rest from weariness ? All things have rest : why should we toil alone ? We only toil, who are the first of things, And make perpetual moan, Still from one sorrow to another thrown : Nor ever fold our wings, And cease from wanderings, Nor steep...
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Alton Locke, Tailor and Poet: An Autobiography

Charles Kingsley - 1850 - 371 pages
...consumed with sharp distress, While all things else have rest from weariness ? All things have rest: why should we toil alone? We only toil who are the first of things, And make perpetual moan, Still from one sorrow to another thrown: Nor ever fold our wings, Nor steep our brows in slumber's...
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POEMS

ALFRED TENNYSON - 1851
...consumed with sharp distress, While all things else have rest from weariness ? All things have rest: why should we toil alone, We only toil, who are the first of things, And make perpetual moan, Still from one sorrow to another thrown: Nor ever fold our wings, And cease from wanderings, Nor steep...
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Pictures of the Living Authors of Britain

Thomas Powell - 1851 - 206 pages
...While all things else haverest from weariness :' All things have rest : why should we toil alone 1 We only toil, who are the first of things, And make perpetual moan, Still from one sorrow to another thrown ; Nor ever fold our wings, And cease from wanderings, Nor steep...
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