 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1842 - 250 pagina’s
...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 pagina’s
...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 pagina’s
...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,... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1845 - 510 pagina’s
...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... | |
 | Henry Allon - 1845 - 646 pagina’s
...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,... | |
 | 1845 - 608 pagina’s
...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 pagina’s
...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 pagina’s
...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 pagina’s
...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 pagina’s
...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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Tis life, whereof our nerves are scant, Oh life, not death, for which we pant; More life, and fuller, that I want. 
