 | Edward Payson Powell - 1887 - Страниц: 444
...and chaff, and call To what I feel is Lord of all. And faintly trust the larger hope. . . . And be, shall he; Man! her last work ! who seemed so fair,...purpose in his eyes; Who rolled the psalm to wintry skles; Who built him fanes of fruitless prayer; Who trusted God was love indeed, And Love creation's... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1887 - Страниц: 508
...go. " Thou makest thine appeal to me : I bring to life. I bring to death : The spirit does butmean the breath : I know no more." And he, shall he, Man, her last work, who seern'd so fair, Such splendid purpose in his eyes, Who roll'd tlte psalm to wintry skies, Who built... | |
 | Henry Drummond - 1887 - Страниц: 446
...makest thine appeal to me; I bring to life, I bring to death : The spirit does but mean thy breath i J know no more.' And he, shall he, Man, her last -work, who seenid so fair, Suck splendid purpose in his eyes, Who roll' d the psalm to wintry skiesl Who built... | |
 | American Public Health Association - 1887 - Страниц: 400
...disintegrated into the simple, and as constantly being evolved from it ; and that man, even, Nature's " last work, who seemed so fair, Such splendid purpose in his eyes," shall ever and inexorably " Be blown about the desert dust, Or seal'd within the iron hills." Starting,... | |
 | David Gray - 1888 - Страниц: 388
...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...seemed so fair, Such splendid purpose in his eyes, Who roll'd the psalm to wintry skies, Who built him fanes of fruitless prayer, Who trusted God was love... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1907 - Страниц: 628
...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... | |
 | Basil Willey - 1980 - Страниц: 310
...nothing, all shall go. "Thou makcst 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... | |
 | C. Leon Harris - 1981 - Страниц: 360
...makest thine appeal to me: l bring to life, l bring to death: The spirit does but mean the breath: l know no more." And he, shall he, Man, her last work,...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... | |
 | Stephen Edelston Toulmin, Stephen Toulmin, June Goodfield - 1982 - Страниц: 292
...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, . . . Who trusted God was love indeed And love creation's final law — Tho' nature,... | |
 | Antony Easthope - 1989 - Страниц: 240
...all shall go. 5 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, 10 Such splendid purpose in his eyes, Who rolled the psalm to wintry skies, Who built him fanes of... | |
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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... 
