 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, Who built him fanes of fruitless prayer, Who trusted God was love indeed And love Creation's final law, — /^""'Though...  The Journal of Speculative Philosophy - Page 3751885Full view - About this book
 | Charles Dudley Warner - Literature - 1896 - 630 pages
...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. Such splendid purpose...in their slime, Were mellow music matched with him. O life as futile, then, as frail! Oh for thy voice to soothe and bless! What hope of answer, or redress... | |
 | Charles Macauley Stuart - 1896 - 328 pages
...trusted God was love indeed, And love Creation's final law — Though Nature, red in tooth and claw Who loved, who suffered countless ills, Who battled...in their slime, Were mellow music matched with him. O life as futile, then, as frail ! O for thy voice21 to soothe and bless ! What hope of answer, or... | |
 | Sir Henry Craik - English prose literature - 1896 - 800 pages
...suffer'd countless ills, Who battled for the True, the Just, Be blown about the desert dust, Or seal'd within the iron hills ? No more? A monster then, a...in their slime, Were mellow music matched with him. O life as futile, then, as frail I O for thy voice to soothe and bless ! What hope of answer, or redress... | |
 | Charles Dudley Warner, Hamilton Wright Mabie, Lucia Isabella Gilbert Runkle, George H. Warner, George Henry Warner, Edward Cornelius Towne - Anthologies - 1897 - 684 pages
...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, Such splendid purpose...in their slime, Were mellow music matched with him. O life as futile, then, as frail! Oh for thy voice to soothe and bless! What hope of answer, or redress... | |
 | Paul Carus - Religion - 1897 - 832 pages
...life is worth living ! I think with Tennyson (/* Memoriam, canto 55) that in such a case man is — "A monster, then, a dream, A discord. Dragons of the...in their slime Were mellow music matched with him." But I will take a wider range. Supposing I am only a transitory combination of certain particles belonging... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - English poetry - 1897 - 248 pages
...ancient Britons painted their bodies. 106. Prime. For the meaning of this word cf. In Memoriam LVI: Dragons of the prime, That tare each other in their slime, Were mellow music matched with him. 112. Lycian custom. Herodotus I. 173: 'They have one custom peculiar to themselves, ... for they take... | |
 | Richard Garnett, Léon Vallée, Alois Brandl - Anthologies - 1899 - 460 pages
...God was love indeed And love Creation's final law — Tho' Nature, red in tooth and claw With ravin, shrieked against his creed — Who loved, who suffered...in their slime, Were mellow music matched with him. 0 life as futile, then, as frail ! O for thy voice to soothe and bless ! What hope of answer, or redress... | |
 | Richard Garnett, Léon Vallée, Alois Brandl - Anthologies - 1899 - 450 pages
...shrieked against his creed — Who loved, who suffered countless ills, Who battled for the True, the Just, No more ? A monster then, a dream, A discord. Dragons...in their slime, Were mellow music matched with him. 0 life as futile, then, as frail! O for thy voice to soothe and bless! What hope of answer, or redress... | |
 | Richard Garnett, Léon Vallée, Alois Brandl - Anthologies - 1899 - 430 pages
...loved, who suffered countless ills, Who battled for the True, the Just, Be blown about the desert dust, No more ? A monster then, a dream, A discord. Dragons...in their slime, Were mellow music matched with him. 0 life as futile, then, as frail I O for thy voice to soothe and bless! What hope of answer, or redress... | |
 | Newell Dwight Hillis - Bible and science - 1900 - 438 pages
...suffer'd countless ills, Who battled for the True, the Just. Be blown about the desert dust, Or seaTd within the iron hills ? No more ? A monster then,...in their slime, Were mellow music matched with him. O life as futile, then, as frail ! O for thy voice to sooth and bless What hope of answer, or redress... | |
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