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...fades For ever and for ever when I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use ! As though 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,...

...¿ITT' ¿тг' àviévai те, 1. -fech. Agam. 1398. To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use ! 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,...

...¿«гт' ¿тг" àviévai тс, 1. -lisch. Agam. 1398. To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use ! 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,...

...arch wherethrough Gleams that untravelled world, whose margin fades Forever and forever when I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnished,...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,...

...arch wherethrough Gleams that untravelled world, whose margin fades Forever and forever when I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnished, not to sliine in use ! As though to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were all too little, and of one...

...untravelled world whose margin fades for ever and for ever when he moves." He cannot rest from travel — " How dull it is to pause, to make an end. To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use | " He counts it vile to " store and hoard " himself, while his "...

...arch wherethrough Gleams that untravelled world, whose margin fade^ Forever and forever when I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnished,...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,...

...prolonged life lay in cessation from all fatiguing duty — he must give over preaching altogether. " How dull it is to pause — to make an end — To rust unburnished — not to shine in use." He felt it keenly, and still hoped that, by careful modulation of voice, and avoidance of excitement,...

...arch wherethrough Gleams that untravelled world, whose margin fades Forever and forever when I move. •'""How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To...were life. Life piled on life Were all too little, and of one to me Little remains . T>ut every hour is saved From that eternal silence, something more,...