 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1885 - 546 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 seeni'a so fair, Such splendid purpose in his eyes, Who roil'd the psalm to wintry skies,... | |
 | Henry Drummond - 1885 - 462 oldal
...quarried stone She cries, ' A thousand types are gone ; I care for nothing, all shall go, 1 Thou makest thine appeal to me; I bring to life, I bring to death : 7 he spirit does but mean thy breath ; I know no more' And he, shall he, Man, her last work, who... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1886 - 694 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,... | |
 | 1886 - 922 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 pnrpose in his eyes, Who rolled the psalm to wintry skies,... | |
 | William Franklin Dana - 1886 - 78 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...spirit does but mean the breath : I know no more.' " Thus, final despair seems the legitimate outcome. And yet the ending of the poem is not entirely... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1887 - 508 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 : The spirit does butmean the breath : I know no more." And he, shall he, Man, her last work, who seern'd so fair, Such... | |
 | Charles Mason Barrows - 1887 - 262 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 : The spirit does not mean the breath :. I know no more.' And he, shall he, " Man, her last work, who seemed so fair,... | |
 | David Gray - 1888 - 378 oldal
...quarried stone She cries, 'A thousand types are gone : I care for nothing.'al) 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 eves, Who roll'd the psalm to wintry skies,... | |
 | Samuel Laing - 1888 - 440 oldal
...quarried stone She criea, " A thousand types are gon* 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 : 1 know no more." And he, shall he, Man. her last work, who seem'd so fair. Such splendid purpose... | |
 | Henry Drummond - 1888 - 448 oldal
...gone; I care for nothing, all shall go, ' Thou makest thine appeal to me; I bring io life, I or ing to death : The spirit does but mean the 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 rolFd the psalm to wintry skies,... | |
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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 :... 
