 Whatever crazy sorrow saith, No life that 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.  The Repository - Էջ 3031874Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - Այս գրքի մասին
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1842 - 250 էջ
...set forth, if I should do This rashness, that which might ensue With this old soul in organs new ? " Whatever crazy sorrow saith, No life that breathes with human breath Has ever truly long'd for death. I ceas'd, and sat as one forlorn. Then said the voice, in quiet scorn, " Behold,... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1843 - 256 էջ
...set forth, if I should do This rashness, that which might ensue With this old soul in organs new ? " 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... | |
 | 1850 - 640 էջ
...minute dies a man, every minute one is born ;" and from whose voice there came that ooblest truth — Whatever crazy sorrow saith, No life that breathes...with human breath Has ever truly longed for death. 'T is life, whereof our nerves are scant, Oh life, not death, for which we pant ; More life, and fuller,... | |
 | Henry Allon - 1845 - 646 էջ
...gloom and sullenness which infected many of the minor poets of our age. ' Whatever crazy sorrow saitb, No life that breathes with human breath Has ever truly...death. ' 'Tis life, whereof our nerves are scant, Oh, life, not death, for which we pant; More life, and fuller, that we want.' Here we must part company... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1845 - 510 էջ
...set forth, if I should do This rashness, that which might ensue With this old soul in organs new ? " 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... | |
 | 1845 - 608 էջ
...gloom and sullenness which infected many of the minor poets of our age. 1 Whatever crazy sorrow eaith, No life that breathes with human breath Has ever truly longed for death. ''Tie life, whereof our nerves are scant, Oh, life, not death, for which we pant ; More life, and fuller,... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1846 - 254 էջ
...set forth, if I should do This rashness, that which might ensue With this old soul in organs new ? " Whatever crazy sorrow saith, No life that breathes with human breath Has ever truly long'd for death. I ceas'd, and sat as one forlorn. Then said the voice, in quiet scorn, " Behold,... | |
 | William Howitt - 1847 - 566 էջ
...set forth if I should do This rashness, * that which might ensue With this old soul in organs new ? * Whatever crazy sorrow saith, No life that breathes...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 -sate as one... | |
 | Thomas Powell - 1849 - 320 էջ
...poetry condenses in a single expression a course of thought, sufficient to "make us pause again" — " Whatever crazy sorrow saith, No life that breathes...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.... | |
 | Thomas Powell - 1849 - 328 էջ
...poetry condenses in a single expression a course of thought, sufficient to "make us pause again " — " Whatever crazy sorrow saith, No life that breathes...ever truly longed for death. 'Tis life, whereof our neeves are scant, Oh, life ! not death for which we pant, More life — and fuller — that I want... | |
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