 | Henry Drummond - 1885 - Страниц: 458
...' Thou makest thine appeal to me; I bring to life, I bring to death : The spirit does but mean thy breath : I know no more.' And he, shall he, Man, her...seemed so fair, Such splendid purpose in his eyes, Who rolFd the psalm to wintry skies, Who built him fanes of fruitless prayer, Who trusted God was love... | |
 | John Bickford Heard - 1885 - Страниц: 410
...unless it goes up into the spiritual world ? Should we not then say of man in despair— " Man, his last work, who seemed so fair, Such splendid purpose...in his eyes, Who rolled the psalm to wintry skies, Who built him fanes of useless prayer." Are we to close with the words in which despair and hope strongly... | |
 | 1885 - Страниц: 460
...— Derives it not from what we have The likest God within the soul? " And he, shall he— " Man, the last work, who seemed so fair, Such splendid purpose...in his eyes, Who rolled the psalm to wintry skies, Who built him fanes of fruitless prayer — "Who trusted God was love indeed, And love Creation's final... | |
 | 1872 - Страниц: 630
...no vision beyond earth, no hope beyond mortality. But is this indeed the end ? " And shall he, man, who seemed so fair, Such splendid purpose in his eyes, Who rolled the psalm to wintry skies, Who built him fanes of fruitless prayer ; " Who loved, who suffered countless ills. Who battled lor... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1885 - Страниц: 546
...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 seeni'a so fair, Such splendid purpose in his eyes, Who roil'd the psalm to wintry skies, Who built... | |
 | 1886 - Страниц: 922
...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...Man, her last work, who seemed so fair, Such splendid pnrpose in his eyes, Who rolled the psalm to wintry skies, Who built him fanes of fruitless prayer,... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1886 - Страниц: 694
...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 Mason Barrows - 1887 - Страниц: 262
...shall go. " ' 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...splendid purpose in his eyes, Who rolled the psalm of wintry skies, Who built his fanes of fruitless prayer, " Who trusted God was love indeed, And love... | |
 | Edward Payson Powell - 1887 - Страниц: 454
...gather dust, and chaff, and call To what I feel is Lord of all, And faintly trust the larger hope. . . . And he, shall he ; Man ! her last work ! who seemed...in his eyes ; Who rolled the psalm to wintry skies ; Who built him fanes of fruitless prayer ; Who trusted God was love indeed, And Love creation's final... | |
 | Edward Payson Powell - 1887 - Страниц: 456
...dust, and chaff, and call To what I feel is Lord of all, And faintly trust the larger hope. i . . . And he, shall he; Man ! her last work ! who seemed...in his eyes ; Who rolled the psalm to wintry skies ; Who built him fanes of fruitless prayer ; Who trusted God was love indeed, And Love creation's final... | |
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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... 
