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...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...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...

...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...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...

...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...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...

...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...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...

...gather dust and chaff, and call To what I feel is Lord of all, And faintly trust the larger hope." " ' So careful of the type ?' but no. From scarped cliff...types are gone : I care for nothing, all shall go.'" More than all this, when he has shared, sympathised with, used the scientific leaning of modern thought,...

...Nature lends such evil dreams, So careful of the type she seems, So careless of the single life ? ' 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....

...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...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...

...nature lends such evil dreams, So careful of the type she seems, So careless of the single life ? ' 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 : T bring to life, I bring to death, The spirit does but mean the breath....

...nature lends such evil dreams, So careful of the type she seems, So cart-leas of the single lifel " So careful of the type !" But no, From scarped cliff..."A thousand types are gone. I care for nothing; all shaU go. Thou makes t thine appeal to me; I bring to life, I bring to death, The spirit does bat mean...