 | 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 lehte
...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 no more." And he, shall he, Man, her last work, who seem'd so fair, Such... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1850 - 228 lehte
...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 no more.' And he, shall he, Man, her last work, who seem'd so fair, Such... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1850 - 236 lehte
...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 no more.' And he, shall he, Man, her last work, who seem'd so fair, Such... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1850 - 272 lehte
...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 - 422 lehte
...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 no more.' And he, shall he, Man, her last work, who seem'd so fan-, Such... | |
 | 1857 - 520 lehte
...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 to life, I bring to death: The spirit does but mean the breath : I know no more.' And he, — shall he, Man, her last work, who seemed so fair,... | |
 | Hugh Miller - 1857 - 524 lehte
...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 to life, I bring to death; The spirit does but mean the breath. I know no more.' And he, — shall he, Man, her last work, who seemed so fair,... | |
 | Hugh Miller - 1857 - 532 lehte
...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 ; The spirit does but mean the breath. I know no more/ And he, — shall he, Man, her last work, who seemed so fair,... | |
 | 1857 - 782 lehte
...quarried stone She cries, "A thousand types are gone. I care for nothing; all shaU go. Thou makes t thine appeal to me; I bring to life, I bring to death, The spirit does bat mean the breath. I know DO more." And he shall be Man, her last work, who seem'd во fair, Such... | |
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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... 
