 | 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... | |
 | 1872 - 858 pagina’s
...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 pagina’s
...gather dust and chaff, and call To what I feel is Lord of all, And faintly trust the larger hope. LT. " So careful of the type ?" but no. From scarped cliff...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 pagina’s
...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...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... | |
 | Richard Holt Hutton, Walter Bagehot - 1855 - 520 pagina’s
...gather dust and chaff, and call To what I feel is Lord of all, And faintly trust the larger hope." " ' So careful of the type ?' but no. From scarped cliff...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 - 528 pagina’s
...Nature lends such evil dreams, So careful of the type she seems, So careless of the single life ? ' So careful of the type!' but no, . From scarped cliff...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 - 540 pagina’s
...such evil dreams, So careful of the type she seems, So careless of the single life ? ' So carcf nl of the type ! ' but no, From scarped cliff and quarried...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... | |
 | 1857 - 520 pagina’s
...type i' but no, From scarped cliff and quarried stone, She ories, ' A thousand types are gone.' I oare for nothing ; all shall go : Thou makest thine appeal...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... | |
 | 1857 - 592 pagina’s
...nature lends such evil dreams, So careful of the type she seems, So careless of the single life ? ' So careful of the type !' But no, From scarped cliff...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... | |
 | Hugh Miller - 1857 - 532 pagina’s
...Nature lends such evil dreams, So careful of the type she seems, So careless of the single life ? * So careful of the type ! ' but no, From scarped cliff...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... | |
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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. 
