Webi bring to life, i bring to death: The spirit does but mean the breath: I know no more. and he, shall he, man, her last work, who seem'd so fair, such splendid purpose. Webi leave this mortal ark behind, a weight of nerves without a mind, and leave the cliffs, and haste away. In which the soul of the poet seems to mount, like a dove rising into the heavens with a message of woe tied under her wings; Webfor wisdom dealt with mortal powers, where truth in closest words shall fail, when truth embodied in a tale shall enter in at lowly doors. And so the word had breath, and. Webthe prologue of in memoriam by alfred, lord tennyson is a profound meditation on faith, mortality, and the human quest for understanding. Webthine are these orbs of light and shade; Thou madest life in man and brute; And lo, thy foot. Is on the skull which thou hast made. Thou wilt not leave us in.
