 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1870 - Страниц: 264
...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 splendid purpose in his eyes, Who roll'd the psalm to wintry skies, Who built... | |
 | mrs. E D Kendall - 1871 - Страниц: 364
...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...skies, And built him fanes of fruitless prayer — Who trusted God was love indeed, And love creation's final law, Though Nature, red in tooth and claw, With... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1872 - Страниц: 498
...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 splendid purpose in his eyes, Who roll'd the psalm to wintry skies, Who built... | |
 | Charles Bray - 1871 - Страниц: 386
...man finds ' Thou makest thine appeal to me : I bring to life, I bring to death : The spirit does not mean the breath : I know 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... | |
 | Charles Bray - 1871 - Страниц: 398
...enjoyment—that man finds 'Thou makest thine appeal to me: I bring to life, I bring to death: The spirit does not mean the breath: I know 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 - 1871 - Страниц: 484
...makest thine appeal to me ; I hring to life, I hring to death; The spirit does but mean the hreath. I know 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, And built... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1872 - Страниц: 330
...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 splendid purpose in his eyes, Who roll'd the psalm to wintry skies, Who built... | |
 | James Hogg, Florence Marryat - 1872 - Страниц: 702
...to death :' The spirit does but mean the breath : I know no more." And he shall be. ' Man, her lost 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. 1 Who trusted God was love indeed,... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1872 - Страниц: 360
...makest thine appeal to me: I hring to life, 1 hring to death : The spirit does hat moan the hreath : 1 know no more." And he, shall he. Man, her last work, who eeem'd eo fair. Snch splendid pnrpose in his eyes, Who roll'd the psalm to wintry skies, Who hailt... | |
 | Hugh Miller - 1873 - Страниц: 464
...all shall go : Thou makest thine appeal to me ; I hring to life, I bring to death ; The spirit does but mean the breath. I know no more.' And he, — shall he, Man, her list work, who seem'd so fair, Such splendid purpose in his eyes, Who roll'd the psalm to wintry skies,... | |
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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 know... 
