 | 1857 - 782 oldal
...quarried stone She cries, "A thousand types are gone. I care for nothing; all shaU go. Thou makes t thine appeal to me; I bring to life, I bring to death, The spirit does bat mean the breath. I know DO more." And he shall be Man, her last work, who seem'd во fair, Such... | |
 | 1856 - 416 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 doth but mean the breath: I know no more ! And he, shall he, Man, her last work, who seem'd so fair,... | |
 | 1855 - 338 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 doth but mean the breath : I know no more ! And he, shall he, Man, her last work, who seem'd so fair,... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1859 - 520 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,... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1859 - 211 oldal
...nothing, all shall go. Thou makest thine appeal to me : iii' I bring to life, I bring to death : I -, I. i The spirit does but mean the breath : I know no more.' And he, shall he, I Man, her last work, who seem'd so fair, / i I ; Such splendid purpose in his eyes, i •'' • I... | |
 | Sir John William Dawson - 1860 - 436 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...breath : I know no more.' And he, shall he, Man, her last work, who seem'd so fair, Such splendid purpose in bis eyes, Who roll'd the psalm to wintry skies,... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1861 - 364 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,... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1861 - 364 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,... | |
 | 1861 - 606 oldal
...are yoiw: 1 care for nothing, all »hall go. " ' Thou makvtt thine appeal to me : I bring to life, 1 bring to death : The spirit does but mean the 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,... | |
 | Gilbert Rorison - 1861 - 192 oldal
...47 H. On the Devotion of the Lower Animals to Man, § 56 NOTES AND REFERENCES, 1-114 - Thou mukest thine appeal to Me : I bring to life, I bring to death ; The spirit cloth but mean the breath. I know no more.' And he, — shall he, Man, her last work, who seemed so... | |
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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 :... 
