 | David Masson - 1867 - 292 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,... | |
 | David Masson - 1867 - 298 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,... | |
 | Robert Hall Baynes - 1880 - 674 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 dees but mean the breath : I know no more." And he, shall he, Man, her last work, who seem'd BO fair,... | |
 | John Bickford Heard - 1868 - 400 oldal
...annihilation of man. Immortality is a dream or desire projected into fact or logical quibble. " Thou makest thine appeal to me, I bring to life, I bring to death, The spirit does but mean the breath." We may project our desires forward, and delude ourselves into mistaken memories for hopes. In that... | |
 | Henry I. Fotherby - 1869 - 72 oldal
...the properties of water were of the gases ? " This is, indeed, to have Nature cry : — " Thou makest thine appeal to me : I bring to life, I bring to death : The spirit does but mean the breath." Such assertions, in my humble judgment, are only warrantable when, from the chemical elements of tissue,... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1872 - 498 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,... | |
 | mrs. E D Kendall - 1871 - 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,... | |
 | Charles Bray - 1871 - 390 oldal
...at a high pressure and the greatest possible capability of enjoyment — that man finds '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 seem'd so fair, Such... | |
 | Charles Bray - 1871 - 398 oldal
...at a high pressure and the greatest possible capability of enjoyment—that man finds '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 seem'd so fair, Such... | |
 | Charles Bray - 1871 - 386 oldal
...man finds ' 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 seem'd so fair, Such splendid purpose in his eyes, Who roll'd 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 :... 
