 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 judge's sons - Sivu 297tekijä(t) mrs. E D Kendall - 1871 - 480 sivuaKoko teos - Tietoja tästä kirjasta
 | 1893 - 840 sivua
...on. She stood appalled before that apparent wickedness of nature which Tennyson boldly confronted. " So careful of the type ? " but no, From scarped cliff...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... | |
 | 1872 - 858 sivua
...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 - 228 sivua
...gather dust and chaff, and call To what I feel is Lord of all, And faintly trust the larger hope. 79 ' So careful of the type ? ' but no. From scarped cliff...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... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1850 - 236 sivua
...gather dust aud chaff, and call To what I feel is Lord of all, And faintly trust the larger hope. 79 ' So careful of the type ? ' but no. From scarped cliff...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... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1850 - 228 sivua
...is Lord of all, And faintly trust the larger hope. 79 Lv. ' So careful of the type ? ' but no. Prom scarped cliff and quarried stone She cries ' a thousand...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... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1851 - 422 sivua
...gather dust and chaff, and call To what I feel is Lord of all, And faintly trust the larger hope. LV. ' So careful of the type ? ' but no. From scarped cliff...no more.' 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... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1851 - 234 sivua
...gather dust and chaff, and call To what I feel is Lord of all, And faintly trust the larger hope. IT. ' So careful of the type ?' but no. From scarped cliff...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... | |
 | Hugh Miller - 1857 - 520 sivua
...Nature lends such evil dreams, So careful of the type she seems, So careless of the single life 1 ' So careful of the type ! ' but no, From scarped cliff...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, And built... | |
 | 1857 - 594 sivua
...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,... | |
 | 1857 - 592 sivua
...' A thousand types are gone. I care for nothing ; all shall go. Thou makest thine appeal to me : T bring to life, I bring to death, The spirit does but mean the breath. I know no more.' And he shall be Man, her last work, who seem'd so fair, Such splendid purpose in his eyes, Who roll'd the psalm... | |
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