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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... "
Illustrations of Tennyson - Page 59
by John Churton Collins - 1891 - 186 pages
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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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Poems, Volume 2

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1842 - 252 pages
...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...gray spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge, like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought. This is my son, mine own Telemachus,...
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Poems, Volume 2

Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1843 - 256 pages
...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...gray spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge, like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought. This is my son, mine own Telemachus,...
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New Quarterly Review; Or, Home, Foreign and Colonial Journal, Volume 3

1844 - 714 pages
...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...gray spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge, like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought. This is my son, mine own Telemachus,...
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The American Whig Review, Volume 2

1845 - 732 pages
...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...gray spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge, like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought. This is my son, mine own Telemachus,...
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Poems

Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1845 - 510 pages
...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...gray spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge, like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought. This is my son, mine own Telemachus,...
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Poems, Volume 2

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1846 - 254 pages
...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...gray spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge, like a sinking star, . Beyond the utmost bound of human thought. This is my son, mine own Telemachus,...
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Essays and Reviews ...

Edwin Percy Whipple - 1848 - 372 pages
...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...gray spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge, like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought, This is my son, mine own Telemachus,...
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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
...that eternal silence, something more, A 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 sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought. This is my son, mine own Telemachus,...
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