 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1862 - 698 páginas
...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...does but mean the breath : I know no more." And he, shah1 he, Man, her last work, who seemed so. fair, Such splendid purpose in his eyes, Who rolled the... | |
 | Hugh Miller - 1862 - 498 páginas
...quarried stone, She cries. ' a thousand types are gone; I care for nothing ; all shall go : Thou niakest thine appeal to me; I bring to life, I bring to death...spirit does but mean the breath. I know no more.' And he,—shall he, Man, her l«st work, who seem'd so fair, Such splendid purpose in bis eyes, ' Who roll'd... | |
 | Hugh Sherrard - 1863 - 102 páginas
...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...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,... | |
 | 1863 - 220 páginas
...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...breath : I know no 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,... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1863 - 516 páginas
...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...breath : I know no 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,... | |
 | David Masson - 1865 - 432 páginas
...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...breath : I know no 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,... | |
 | Hugh Miller - 1865 - 530 páginas
...quarried stone, She eries, ' 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;...breath. I know no 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 side*... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1866 - 734 páginas
...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...mean the breath : I know no more." And he, shall he, I Man, her last work, who seem'd so fair. Such splendid purpose in his eyes, Who roll'd the psalm to... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1866 - 414 páginas
...gone: J care for nothing, all shall go. " Thou makest thine appeal to me : I bring to life, I bnng 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, Such splendid purpose in his eyes, Who rolled the psalm to wintry skies,... | |
 | David Masson - 1866 - 334 páginas
...quarried stone She cries, ' A thousand types are gone : I care for nothing, all shah1 go. 1 Thou makest thine appeal to me : I "bring to life, I bring to death : The spirit does hut mean the breath : I know no more.' And he, shall he, Man, her last work, who seemed so fair, Such... | |
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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 :... 
