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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... "
The Canadian Journal of Industry, Science and Art - 205. oldal
1857
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A Manual of Anthropology: Or, Science of Man, Based on Modern Research

Charles Bray - 1871 - 386 oldal
...ever kept 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...

The Testimony of the Rocks, Or, Geology in Its Bearings on the Two ...

Hugh Miller - 1871 - 484 oldal
...type !' hut no, From scarped cliff and quarried stone, She criea. ' a thousand types are gone ; I care for nothing ; all shall go : Thou makest thine appeal to me ; I hring to life, I hring to death; The spirit does but mean the hreath. I know no more.' And he,— shall...

The Works of Alfred Tennyson ...

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1872 - 330 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...

Life in the Primeval World: Founded on Meunier's "Les Animaux D'autrefois"

William Henry Davenport Adams, Victor Meunier - 1872 - 344 oldal
...— 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...spirit does but mean the breath. I know no more.' " TENNYSON, In Memoriam. " Dragons of the prime, That tare each other in their slime." Ibid. [ROFESSOR...

London Society, 22. kötet

James Hogg, Florence Marryat - 1872 - 702 oldal
...cries, u A thousand types are gone : I care for nothing, all shall go. ' " Thou makest thine appoal to me : I bring to life, I bring to death :' The spirit...but mean the breath : I know no more." And he shall be. ' Man, her lost work, who seemed so fair, Such splendid purpose in his eyes, Who rolled the psalms...

The poetical works of Alfred Tennyson

Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1872 - 360 oldal
...makest thine appeal to me: I hring to life, 1 hring to death : The spirit does hat moan the hreath : 1 know no more." And he, shall he. Man, her last work, who eeem'd eo fair. Snch splendid pnrpose in his eyes, Who roll'd the psalm to wintry skies, Who hailt...

The Contemporary Review, 19. kötet

1872 - 848 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,...

The Living Age, 112. kötet

1872 - 844 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,...

Caliban: the Missing Link, 73. kötet

Sir Daniel Wilson - 1873 - 354 oldal
...God and Nature in the modern expositions of science, he pauses over Nature's fancied response : — ' I bring to life, I bring to death, The spirit does but mean the breath; I know no more !' But it is only to turn anew to the sure hope, and wait for answer and redress ' behind the veil.'...

The poetical works of Alfred Tennyson

Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1873 - 350 oldal
...matest thine appeal to me: I hring to lite, I hring to death : The spirit does hnt mean the hreath: I know no more." And he, shall he, Man, her last work, who scem'd so fair, Snch splendid pnrpose in his eyes, Who roll'd the psalm to wintry skies, Who hnilt...




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