 | 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
...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...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
...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...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
...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...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 - 1851 - 422 oldal
...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...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... | |
 | Hugh Miller - 1857 - 524 oldal
...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....in his eyes, Who rolled the psalm to wintry skies And built him fanes of fruitless prayer, Who trusted God was love indeed, And love creation's final... | |
 | 1857 - 520 oldal
...are gone.' I oare 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...in his eyes, Who rolled the psalm to wintry skies, And built him fanes of fruitless prayer, Who trusted God was love indeed, And love creation's final... | |
 | Hugh Miller - 1857 - 540 oldal
...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....in his eyes, Who rolled the psalm to wintry skies And built him fanes of fruitless prayer, Who trusted God was love indeed, And love creation's final... | |
 | 1857 - 818 oldal
...forever down the ringing grooves of change." Or he sadly asks, yet answers in the triumph of Faith, " And he, shall he, Man, her last work, who seemed so...purpose in his eyes, Who rolled the psalm to wintry skiei, Who built him fanes of fruitless prayer, Who trusted God was love indeed, And love Creation's... | |
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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 no more. 
