 | 1856 - 542 str.
...mother! faith in womankind Beats with his blood, and trust in all things high Coines easy to him, and though he trip and fall He shall not blind his soul with clay." In these days, when there is so much fanaticism in regard to "woman's rights," we read with peculiar... | |
 | 1848 - 1128 str.
...faith in womankind Beats with his blood, and trust in all tilings high Comes easy to him ; and tho' he trip and fall He shall not blind his soul with clay ! " And now we must bring our compte rendu to its close. The so-called conclusion, or Epilogue, is... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1848 - 180 str.
...! faith in womankind Beats with his blood, and trust in all things high Comes easy to him, and tho' he trip and fall, He shall not blind his soul with clay.' ' But I,' Said Ida, ' so unlike, so all unlike — It seems you love to cheat yourself with words :... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1851 - 290 str.
...mother ! faith in womankind Beats with his blood, and trust in all things high Comes easy to him, and though he trip and fall, He shall not blind his soul with clay." " But I," Said Ida, " so unlike, so all unlike — It seems you love to cheat yourself with words :... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1851 - 300 str.
...mother ! faith in womankind Beats with his blood, and trust in all things high Comes easy to him, and though he trip and fall, He shall not blind his soul with clay." " But I," Said Ida, " so unlike, so all unlike — It seems you love to cheat yourself with words :... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1853 - 468 str.
...mother ! faith in womankind Beats with his blood, and trust in all things high Comes easy to him, and though he trip and fall, He shall not blind his soul with clay." " But I," Said Ida, tremulously, " so all unlike — It seems you love to cheat yourself with words... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1855 - 164 str.
...mother ! faith in womankind Beats with his blood, and trust in all things high Comes easy to him, and though he trip and fall, He shall not blind his soul with clay." " But I," Said Ida, tremulously, " so all unlike — It seems you love to cheat yourself with words... | |
 | Henry Reed - 1855 - 424 str.
...mother ! faith in womankind Boats with his blood, and trust in all things high Comes easy to him, and, though he trip and fall, He shall not blind his soul with clay." HB novel-reader, for instance, the luxury of reading becomes a perpetual stimulant, with no demand... | |
 | Henry Reed - 1855 - 428 str.
...mother ! faith in womankind Beats with his blood, and trust in all things high Comes easy to him, and, though he trip and fall, He shall not blind his soul with clay." HR novel-reader, for instance, the luxury of reading becomes a perpetual stimulant, with no demand... | |
 | John Bartlett - 1856 - 660 str.
...mother ! faith in womankind Beats with his blood, and trust in all things high Comes easy to him, and though he trip and fall, He shall not blind his soul with clay. Lady Clara Vere de Vere. From yon blue heaven above us bent, The grand old gardener and his wife Smile... | |
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And girdled her with music. Happy he With such a mother ! faith in womankind Beats with his blood, and trust in all things high Comes easy to him, and tho' he trip and fall He shall not blind his soul with clay. 
