 | 1869
...future life. It is the answer which the poet has put into the mouth of mere Nature : — " Thou makest thine appeal to me, I bring to life, I bring to death, The spirit doth but mean the breath ; I know no more." " This is all that there is in man, the material elements... | |
 | 1893 - 840 oldal
...quarried stone She cries, "A thousand types are gone : I care for nothing, all shall go. " Thou makest thine appeal to me : I bring to life, I bring to death...breath : I know no more." And he, shall he, Man, her last work, who seem'd so fair, Such splendid purpose in his eyes, Who roll'd the psalm to wintry skies,... | |
 | 1872 - 858 oldal
...and ghosts as fluttering about like birds or fairies, The poet of the nineteenth century says ; — " The spirit does but mean the breath, I know no more." And the same thought was expressed by Cicero two thousand years ago : '• Whether the soul is air or fire,... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1850 - 228 oldal
...quarried stone She cries ' a thousand types are gone I care for nothing, all shall go. Thou makest thine appeal to me : I bring to life, I bring to death...breath : I know no more.' And he, shall he, Man, her last work, who seem'd so fair, Such splendid purpose in his eyes, Who roll'd the psalm to wintry skies,... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1850 - 228 oldal
...quarried stone She cries ' a thousand types are gone : I care for nothing, all shall go. Thou makest thine appeal to me : I bring to life, I bring to death...breath : I know no more.' And he, shall he, Man, her last work, who seem'd so fair, Such splendid purpose in his eyes, Who roll'd the psalm to wintry skies,... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1850 - 272 oldal
...quarried stone She cries, " A thousand types are gone : I care for nothing, all shall go. " Thou makest thine appeal to me : \I bring to life, I bring to death : iThe spirit does but mean the breath : I know no more." And he, shall he, Man, her last work, who... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1851 - 422 oldal
...quarried stone She cries ' a thousand types are gone : I care for nothing, all shall go. Thou makest thine appeal to me : I bring to life, I bring to death...breath : I know no more.' And he, shall he, Man, her last work, who seem'd so fan-, Such splendid purpose in his eyes, Who roll'd the psalm to wintry skies,... | |
 | Hugh Miller - 1857 - 528 oldal
...quarried stone ? She cries,' A thousand types are gone; I care for nothing; all shall go: Thou makest thine appeal to me; I bring to life, I bring to death;...breath. I know no more/ And he, — shall he, Man, her last work, who seemed so fair, Such splendid purpose in his eyes, Who rolled the psalm to wintry skies... | |
 | Hugh Miller - 1857 - 524 oldal
...quarried stone, She eries, ' A thousand types are gone; I care for nothing; all shall go: Thou makest thine appeal to me ; I bring to life, I bring to death;...breath. I know no more.' And he, — shall he, Man, her last work, who seemed so fair, Such splendid purpose in his eyes, Who rolled the psalm to wintry skies... | |
 | 1857 - 592 oldal
...' A thousand types are gone. I care for nothing ; all shall go. Thou makest thine appeal to me : T bring to life, I bring to death, The spirit does but mean the breath. I know no more.' And he shall be Man, her last work, who seem'd so fair, Such splendid purpose in his eyes, Who roll'd the psalm... | |
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So careful of the type'? but no. From scarped cliff and quarried stone She cries, 'A thousand types are gone: I care for nothing, all shall go. 'Thou makest thine appeal to me : I bring to life, I bring to death : The spirit does but mean the breath :... 
