...depth of despair, faced with what he took to be the meaningless lack of direction of Lyellian geology. Are God and Nature then at strife, That Nature lends...thousand types are gone: I care for nothing, all shall go.'7 Given Nature, "red in tooth and claw" (Ross 1973, p. 36, from sec. 56), going nowhere, all seems...

...type she seems, So careless of the single life "So careful of the type?" but no. From scarped cuff 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;...

...she seems, So careless of the single life; (LV) "So careful of the type?" but no. From scarped cliffs and quarried stone She cries, "A thousand types are gone: I care for nothing, all shall go." (LVI) All forms of life, man amongst them, are destined for extinction. In another place Tennyson describes...

...repudiate even this: "So careful of the type?" but no. From scarped cliff and quarried stone She [Nature] cries, "A thousand types are gone; I care for nothing, all shall go." This is the empty universe, the godless universe without will or purpose that we see so clearly in...

...echo of Tennyson's In Memoriam (1850), stanza 46, in which "Nature", contemplating evolution, declares "A thousand types are gone / I care for nothing, all shall go." dockers fighting like wild beasts for a chance to work: London had come to know London dockers well...

...and instability were universal. Not even nature could be counted on to hold the line: "So careful of type?" but no. From scarped cliff and quarried stone...types are gone; I care for nothing, all shall go. " (TENNYSON, In Memoriam, 1844) Change, ceaseless change, "a beneficent necessity," as Herbert Spencer...

...the agony associated with the character of the time. "So careful of the type?" but no. From scraped 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:...

...and claw With ravin, shrieked against his creed . . . Are God and Natore then at strife That Natore lends such evil dreams? So careful of the type she...thousand types are gone; I care for nothing; all shall go.1 Alfred Lord Tennyson, In Memoriam, LV-LVI NATURE'S REDNESS AND THE ABUSE OF COMMON SPEECH We move...

...lends such evil dreams? So careful of the type she seems So careless of the single life . . . c 'E 'So careful of the type?' but no, From scarped cliff...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...

...secret meaning in her deeds, And finding that of fifty seeds She often brings but one to bear, . . . "So careful of the type?" but no. From scarped cliff...types are gone: I care for nothing, all shall go. Tho' Nature, red in tooth and claw With ravine, shriek'd against his creed — ("In Memoriam," 1850)...