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:... Poems: In Two Volumes - Side 364af Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1863Fuld visning - Om denne bog
| Richard Anthony Proctor - 1872 - 406 sider
...part passu, the qualities of the living creatures which subsist under these varying conditions — ' So careful of the type ? ' but no, From scarped cliff...types are gone, I care for nothing, all shall go.' Hitherto we have confined our attention to systems which, however their members may differ from the... | |
| James Hogg, Florence Marryat - 1872 - 702 sider
...soul reposes as if on a rock. How nobly and how philosophically does Tennyson sketch the conflict. ' " So careful of the type." But, no. From scarped cliff, and quarried stone She cries, u A thousand types are gone : I care for nothing, all shall go. ' " Thou makest thine appoal to me... | |
| 1872 - 848 sider
...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,... | |
| 1872 - 844 sider
...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,... | |
| Hugh Miller - 1873 - 464 sider
...So careful of the type she seems, So careless of the single life ? ' So careful of the type !' hut no, From scarped cliff and quarried stone, She cries....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, —... | |
| Sir Daniel Wilson - 1873 - 354 sider
...God and Nature in the modern expositions of science, he pauses over Nature's fancied response : — ' I bring to life, I bring to death, The spirit does but mean the breath; I know no more !' But it is only to turn anew to the sure hope, and wait for answer and redress ' behind the veil.'... | |
| 1873 - 718 sider
...which he adduces the evidence that Nature, as Nature, cares for neither individual nor typo ; that " She cries, 'A thousand types are gone, I care for nothing, all shall go ; ' " that she is utterly indifferent whether or not Man, " Who loved, who suffered countless ills,... | |
| Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1873 - 350 sider
...matest thine appeal to me: I hring to lite, I hring to death : The spirit does hnt mean the hreath: I know no more." And he, shall he, Man, her last work, who scem'd so fair, Snch splendid pnrpose in his eyes, Who roll'd the psalm to wintry skies, Who hnilt... | |
| Sir John William Dawson - 1873 - 438 sider
...bestowed only with a niggardly hand on their successors ! Nature gives us no explanation of the mystery. " From scarped cliff and quarried stone, She cries — 'A thousand types are gone.' " But why or how one was taken and another left she is silent, and I believe must continue to be so,... | |
| Friedrich Max Müller - 1873 - 440 sider
...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,... | |
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