 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.  Success and Its Conditions - Página 303por Edwin Percy Whipple - 1871 - 333 páginasVista completa - Acerca de este libro
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1842 - 250 páginas
...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 páginas
...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 páginas
...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...for death. 'T is life, whereof our nerves are scant, Oh life, not death, for which we pant ; More life, and fuller, that we want ! And this will be enough... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1845 - 510 páginas
...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 páginas
...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,... | |
 | Henry Allon - 1845 - 646 páginas
...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 longed for death. ' 'Tis life, whereof our nerves are scant, Oh, life, not death, for which we pant; More life, and fuller,... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1846 - 254 páginas
...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 páginas
...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 longed for death. "Tis life whereof our nerves are scant, Oh life, not death for which we pant; More life, and fuller... | |
 | Thomas Powell - 1849 - 320 páginas
...poetry condenses in a single expression a course of thought, sufficient to "make us pause again" — " 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... | |
 | 1850 - 342 páginas
...is a rare thing among the working-classes, however much they suffer from misfortunes and privations. '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,... | |
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