 | 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... | |
 | 1893 - 840 psl.
...of nature which Tennyson boldly confronted. " So careful of the type ? " but no, From scarped cliff and quarried stone She cries, "A thousand types are...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 psl.
...all, And faintly trust the larger hope. 79 ' So careful of the type ? ' but no. From scarped cliff and quarried stone She cries ' a thousand types are...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 psl.
...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 types are...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 - 272 psl.
...all, And faintly trust the larger hope. LT. " So careful of the type ?" but no. From scarped cliff and quarried stone She cries, " A thousand types are...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 - 422 psl.
...all, And faintly trust the larger hope. LV. ' So careful of the type ? ' but no. From scarped cliff and quarried stone She cries ' a thousand types are...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... | |
 | Richard Holt Hutton, Walter Bagehot - 1855 - 520 psl.
...of all, And faintly trust the larger hope." " ' 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.'" More than all this, when he has shared, sympathised with, used the scientific leaning of modern thought,... | |
 | Hugh Miller - 1857 - 520 psl.
...she seems, So careless of the single life 1 ' So careful of the type ! ' but no, From scarped cliff and quarried stone, She cries, ' a thousand types...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... | |
 | Hugh Miller - 1857 - 540 psl.
...she seems, So careless of the single life ? ' So carcf nl of the type ! ' but no, From scarped cliff and quarried stone, She cries, ' A thousand types...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 - 1857 - 524 psl.
...single life? ' So careful of the type! ' but no, From scarped cliff and quarried stone, She eries, ' A thousand types are gone; I care for nothing; all...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... | |
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Thou makest thine appeal to me : I bring to life, I bring to death : The spirit does but mean the breath : I know no more. 
