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Theadamabrams at 11:56, 16 December 2023

2023-12-16T11:56:36Z

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	Excerpt f5358~~<br>~~		Excerpt f5358

	How dull it is to pause, to make an end,<br>		How dull it is to pause, to make an end,<br>
	To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use! <br>		To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use! <br>

Alf: Fix location

2023-11-25T16:00:31Z

Fix location

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	Excerpt f5358<br>		Excerpt f5358<br>
	How dull it is to pause, to make an end,<br>		How dull it is to pause, to make an end,<br>

Berrytron: Created page with "{{TTP2Document | file = Rust | title = Ulysses | author = Alfred Tennyson | loc = NOEMA }} Excerpt f5358
How dull it is to pause, to make an end,
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,
A bringer of new things; and vile it were
..."

2023-11-24T12:54:20Z

Created page with "{{TTP2Document | file = Rust | title = Ulysses | author = Alfred Tennyson | loc = NOEMA }} Excerpt f5358 How dull it is to pause, to make an end, 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, A bringer of new things; and vile it were ..."

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Excerpt f5358 
How dull it is to pause, to make an end, 
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, 
A bringer of new things; and vile it were 
For some three suns to store and hoard myself, 
And this gray spirit yearning in desire 
To follow knowledge like a sinking star, 
Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.
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