 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: I know...  Works: The testimony of the rocks - 138. oldalszerző: Hugh Miller - 1865Teljes nézet - Információ erről a könyvről
 | 1869
...there is no 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... | |
 | 1877 - 506 oldal
...of range, costliness of apparatus, and splendour of achievement, augur for him a limitless future. And he, shall he ? " Man, her last work, who seemed...Such splendid purpose in his eyes ; Who rolled the psalms to wintry skies ; Who built him fanes of fruitless prayer, Who trusted God was love indeed,... | |
 | 1893 - 840 oldal
...boldly confronted. " 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...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, Who built... | |
 | 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
...larger hope. 79 ' 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...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, Who built... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1850 - 236 oldal
...larger hope. 79 ' 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...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, Who built... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1850 - 272 oldal
...larger hope. LT. " 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...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
...larger hope. LV. ' 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...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, Who built... | |
 | Richard Holt Hutton, Walter Bagehot - 1855 - 522 oldal
...larger hope." " ' 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.' " More than all this, when he has shared, sympathised with, used the scientific leaning of modern thought,... | |
 | Hugh Miller - 1857 - 520 oldal
...single life 1 ' 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...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, And built... | |
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