 | Thomas Powell - 1849 - 320 pàgines
...breathes with human breath, Has ever truly longed for death. 'Tis life, whereof our nerves are scant, Oh, life ! not death for which we pant, More life — and fuller — that I want — " BRITISH WRITERS. " in quiet scorn, Behold, it is the Sabbath morn !" This is the pivot of the... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1850 - 402 pàgines
...breathes with human breath Has ever truly long'd for death. " "Tis life, whereof our nerves are scant, Oh life, not death, for which we pant ; More life, and fuller, that I want." I ceas'd, and sat as one forlorn. Then said the voice, in quiet scorn, " Behold, it is the Sabbath... | |
 | 1850 - 342 pàgines
...breathes with human breath Has ever truly longed for death. 'Tis life whereof our nerves are scant : Oh life, not death, for which we pant ; More life, and fuller, that we want.' Thus so mercifully are hope and endeavour made constituent elements of the human mental constitution,... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1851 - 300 pàgines
...This rashness, that which might ensue With this old soul in organs new ? VOL. IT. 6 THE TWO VOICES. " Whatever crazy sorrow saith, No life that breathes...which we pant ; More life, and fuller, that I want." 1 ceased, and sat as one forlorn. Then said the voice, in quiet scorn, " Behold, it is the Sabbath... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1851 - 290 pàgines
...breathes with human breath Has ever truly longed for death. " 'T is life, whereof our nerves are scant, 0 life, not death, for which we pant; More life, and fuller, that I want." 1 ceased, and sat as one forlorn. Then said the voice, in quiet scorn, " Behold, it is the Sabbath... | |
 | Thomas Powell - 1851 - 216 pàgines
...with human breath, Has ever truly longed for death. •Tis life, whereof our nerves are scant, Oh, life ! not death for which we pant, More life — and fuller — that I want—" To this the spirit of gloom and despondency answers — " in quiet scorn, Behold, it is the Sabbath... | |
 | Barbarina Charlotte Grey (hon. lady.) - 1852 - 332 pàgines
...breathes with human breath, Has ever truly longed for death. 'Tis life whereof our nerves are scant, Oh, life, not death, for which we pant, More life and fuller that we want. TENNYSON. EDWARD arrived at Liverpool the day after his sad farewell visit to Mary. He found... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1854 - 316 pàgines
...I, " hast missed thy mark, Who sought'st to wreck my mortal ark, By making all the horizon dark. " Whatever crazy sorrow saith, No life that breathes...which we pant; More life, and fuller, that I want." 1 ceased, and sat as one forlorn. Then said the voice, in quiet scorn, " Behold, it is the Sabbath... | |
 | Literary and Philosophical Society of Liverpool - 1896 - 496 pàgines
...Life." Yes, indeed! we, the less endowed, may well say — "Pis Life of which our nerves are scant. Oh ! Life, not Death, for which we pant, More life, and fuller, that we want. What is Life ? This supremely interesting question has seemed to approach nearer solution... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1856 - 400 pàgines
...breathes with human breath Has ever truly long'd for death. " 'Tis life, whereof our nerves are scant, Oh life, not death, for which we pant; More life, and fuller, that I want." I ceased, and sat as one forlorn. Then said the voice, in quiet scorn, " Behold, it is the Sabbath... | |
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Whatever crazy sorrow saith, No life that breathes with human breath Has ever truly long'd for death. " Tis life, whereof our nerves are scant, Oh life, not death, for which we pant ; More life, and fuller, that I want. 
