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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... "
The judge's sons - Page 297
by mrs. E D Kendall - 1871 - 480 pages
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The Living Age, Volume 199

1893 - 840 pages
...on. She stood appalled before that apparent wickedness of nature which Tennyson boldly confronted. " So careful of the type ? " but no, From scarped cliff...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...
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Littell's Living Age, Volume 112

1872 - 858 pages
...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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In Memoriam, Issue 1

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1850 - 228 pages
...gather dust and chaff, and call To what I feel is Lord of all, And faintly trust the larger hope. 79 ' So careful of the type ? ' but no. From scarped cliff...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...
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In Memoriam

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1850 - 236 pages
...gather dust aud chaff, and call To what I feel is Lord of all, And faintly trust the larger hope. 79 ' So careful of the type ? ' but no. From scarped cliff...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...
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In Memoriam

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1850 - 228 pages
...is Lord of all, And faintly trust the larger hope. 79 Lv. ' So careful of the type ? ' but no. Prom scarped cliff and quarried stone She cries ' a thousand...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...
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The Princess: A Medley

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1851 - 422 pages
...gather dust and chaff, and call To what I feel is Lord of all, And faintly trust the larger hope. LV. ' So careful of the type ? ' but no. From scarped cliff...no more.' And he, shall he, Man, her last work, who seem'd so fan-, Such splendid purpose in his eyes, Who roll'd the psalm to wintry skies, Who built...
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In memoriam [by A. Tennyson].

Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1851 - 234 pages
...gather dust and chaff, and call To what I feel is Lord of all, And faintly trust the larger hope. IT. ' So careful of the type ?' but no. From scarped cliff...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...
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The Testimony of the Rocks: Or, Geology in Its Bearings on the Two ...

Hugh Miller - 1857 - 520 pages
...Nature lends such evil dreams, So careful of the type she seems, So careless of the single life 1 ' So careful of the type ! ' but no, From scarped cliff...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...
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The Canadian Journal of Industry, Science and Art, Volume 2

1857 - 594 pages
...quarried stone, She cries, ' A thousand types are gone.' I care for nothing ; all shall go : Thou n nikest thine appeal to me : I bring to life, I bring to death:...: I know no more.' And he, — shall he, Man, her lost work, who seemed so fair, Such splendid purpose in his eyes, Who rolled the psalm to wintry skies,...
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Eclectic Magazine, and Monthly Edition of the Living Age, Volume 42

1857 - 592 pages
...' A thousand types are gone. I care for nothing ; all shall go. Thou makest thine appeal to me : T bring to life, I bring to death, The spirit does but mean the breath. I know no more.' And he shall be Man, her last work, who seem'd so fair, Such splendid purpose in his eyes, Who roll'd the psalm...
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