 | Jonathan Langstaff Forster - 1873 - 342 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,... | |
 | Friedrich Max Müller - 1873 - 440 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,... | |
 | Jonathan Langstaff Forster - 1878 - 342 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,... | |
 | Friedrich Max Müller - 1873 - 458 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,... | |
 | Hugh Miller - 1873 - 464 oldal
...type !' hut 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 hring to life, I bring to death ; The spirit does but mean the breath. I know no more.' And he, —... | |
 | John Greenleaf Whittier - 1875 - 560 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... | |
 | 1876 - 564 oldal
...the type ? " but no. From scarped cliff and quarried stone She cries, " A thousand types are gone : " Thou makest thine appeal to me : I bring to life,...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... | |
 | John Bickford Heard - 1875 - 426 oldal
...and 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... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1875 - 494 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...me : I bring to life, I bring to death : The spirit dpes but mean the breath : I know no more." And he, shall he, Man, her last work, who seem'd so fair,... | |
 | Hugh Miller - 1875 - 528 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 ; The spirit Joes 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; I know... 
