 | Sir John William Dawson - 1860 - 466 oldal
...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...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... | |
 | Sir John William Dawson - 1860 - 436 oldal
...cliff and 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,...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, Who built... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1861 - 364 oldal
...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...in his eyes, Who rolled the psalm to wintry skies, Who built him fanes of fruitless prayer, Who trusted God was love indeed, And love Creation's final... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1861 - 364 oldal
...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...in his eyes, Who rolled the psalm to wintry skies, Who built him fanes of fruitless prayer, Who trusted God was love indeed, And love Creation's final... | |
 | 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...in his eyes, Who rolled the psalm to wintry skies, Who built him fanes of fruitless prayer, " Who trusted God was love indeed, And love Creation's final... | |
 | 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... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1862 - 698 oldal
...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...does but mean the breath : I know no more." And he, shah1 he, Man, her last work, who seemed so. fair, Such splendid purpose in his eyes, Who rolled the... | |
 | Hugh Miller - 1862 - 498 oldal
...quarried stone, She cries. ' a thousand types are gone; I care for nothing ; all shall go : Thou niakest thine appeal to me; I bring to life, I bring to death...spirit does but mean the breath. I know no more.' And he,—shall he, Man, her l«st work, who seem'd so fair, Such splendid purpose in bis eyes, ' Who roll'd... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1863 - 516 oldal
...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...in his eyes, Who rolled the psalm to wintry skies, Who built him fanes of fruitless prayer, Who trusted God was love indeed, And love Creation's final... | |
 | 1863 - 220 oldal
...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...in his eyes, Who rolled the psalm to wintry skies, Who built him fanes of fruitless prayer, Who trusted God was love indeed, And love Creation's final... | |
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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; I know... 
