 | 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... | |
 | 1877 - Страниц: 506
...of range, costliness of apparatus, and splendour of achievement, augur for him a limitless future. And he, shall he ? " Man, her last work, who seemed so fair, Such splendid purpose in his eyes ; Who rolled the psalms to wintry skies ; Who built him fanes of fruitless prayer,... | |
 | 1893 - Страниц: 840
...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 - Страниц: 858
...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 - Страниц: 236
...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 - Страниц: 228
...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 - Страниц: 228
...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 - 1850 - Страниц: 272
...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 (1st baron.) - 1851 - Страниц: 234
...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... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1851 - Страниц: 422
...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... | |
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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. 
