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... In memoriam [by A. Tennyson]. - Page 78by Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1859Full view - About this book
| 1869
...there is no future life. It is the answer which the poet has put into the mouth of mere Nature : — " 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." " This is all that there is in man, the material elements... | |
| 1864 - 998 pages
...light." Or is death indeed the end of all ? Shall man Man, her last work, who seemed so fair, buch splendid purpose in his eyes, Who roll'd the psalm to wintry skies, Who built him fanes of fruitless pmyer, Who loved, who suffer'd countless ills, Who battled for the True, the Just, Be blown about the... | |
| American periodicals - 1872 - 858 pages
...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,... | |
| Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1850 - 272 pages
...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 : iThe spirit does but mean the breath : I know no more." And he, shall he, Man, her last work, who... | |
| Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1851 - 1851 - 422 pages
...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...And he, shall he, Man, her last work, who seem'd so fan-, Such splendid purpose in his eyes, Who roll'd the psalm to wintry skies, Who built him fanes... | |
| Hugh Miller - Bible and evolution - 1857 - 520 pages
...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...in his eyes, Who roll'd the psalm to wintry skies, And built him fanes of fruitless prayer, — Who trusted God was love indeed, And love creation's final... | |
| Art - 1857 - 520 pages
...scarped cliff and quarried stone, She ories, ' A thousand types are gone.' I oare for nothing ; all shall go : Thou makest thine appeal to me : I bring...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, And built... | |
| Hugh Miller - Bible and geology - 1857 - 524 pages
...From scarped cliff and quarried stone, She eries, ' A thousand types are gone; I care for nothing; all shall go: Thou makest thine appeal to me ; I bring...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 And built him... | |
| Hugh Miller - Bible and geology - 1857 - 532 pages
...quarried stone, She cries/ A thousand types are gone; I care for nothing ; all shall go : Thoumakest thine appeal to me; I "bring to life, I bring to death...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 sides And built him... | |
| Art - 1857 - 594 pages
...quarried stone, She cries, ' A thousand types are gone.' I care for nothing ; all shall go : Thou n nikest thine appeal to me : I bring to life, I bring to death:...: I know no more.' And he, — shall he, Man, her lost work, who seemed so fair, Such splendid purpose in his eyes, Who rolled the psalm to wintry skies,... | |
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