 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 oldal
...he could not free; tie builded better than he knew; — The conscious stone to beauty grew. vnowest thou what wove yon woodbird's nest Of leaves, and feathers from her breast ? )r how the fish outbuilt her shell, Minting with morn each annual cell ? )r how the sacred pine-tree... | |
 | 1864 - 752 oldal
...aisles of Christian Rome, Wrought in sad sincerity; Himself from God ha could not free ; He buildi'd better than he knew ; — The conscious stone to beauty...outbuilt her shell, Painting with morn each annual cell V Or how the sacred pine-tree adds 'To her old leaves new myriads ? Such and so grew these holy piles,... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1844 - 136 oldal
...that rounded Peter's dome, Wrought in a sad sincerity. Himself from God he could not tree; He builded better than he knew, The conscious stone to beauty...wood-bird's nest Of leaves, and feathers from her breast; Or bow the fish outbuilt her shell, Painting with morn each annual cell ; Or how the sacred pine tree... | |
 | 1845 - 460 oldal
...aisles of Christian Rome, Wrought in a sad sincerity. Himself from God he could not free ; He builded better than he knew, The conscious stone to beauty...sacred pine tree adds To her old leaves new myriads 1 Such and so grew these holy piles, Whilst love and terror laid the tiles. Earth proudly wears the... | |
 | 1845 - 564 oldal
...God he could not free ; He builded better than he knew. The conscious stone to beauty grew. " Know'sl thou what wove yon wood-bird's nest Of leaves, and...Painting with morn each annual cell ! Or how the sacred pine-tree adds To her old leaves new myriads ? Such and so grew these holy piles, Whilst love and terror... | |
 | Orestes Augustus Brownson - 1845 - 584 oldal
...aisles of Christian Rome, Wrought in a sad sincerity. Himself from God he could not free ; He builded better than he knew. The conscious stone to beauty grew. " Know'st thou what wove yon wood-bird's ne»t Of leaves, and feathers from her breast ? Or how the fish out-built her shell, Painting with... | |
 | Ralph Waldo Emerson - 1847 - 264 oldal
...aisles of Christian Rome, Wrought in a sad sincerity ; Himself from God he could not free; He builded better than he knew ; — The conscious stone to beauty...Painting with morn each annual cell ? Or how the sacred pine-tree adds To her old leaves new myriads'? Such and so grew these holy piles, Whilst love and terror... | |
 | Ralph Waldo Emerson - 1847 - 244 oldal
...aisles of Christian Borne, Wrought in a sad sincerity, Himself from God he could not free ; He builded better than he knew, The conscious stone to beauty...feathers from her breast; Or how the fish outbuilt its shell, Painting with morn each annual cell; Or how the sacred pinetree adds To her old leaves new... | |
 | 164 oldal
...men's hearts tremble, and their souls leap up in thanksgiving, is the child of enthusiasm and rapture. "Know'st thou what wove yon wood-bird's nest Of leaves...Painting, with morn, each annual cell ? Or how the sacred pine-tree adda To her old leaves new myriads? Such, and so grew these holy piloe, Whilst love and terror... | |
 | Evert Augustus Duyckinck, George Long Duyckinck - 1856 - 808 oldal
...aisles of Christian Rome, Wrought in a sad sincerity ; Himself from God he could not free ; He builded better than he knew; — The conscious stone to beauty...outbuilt her shell, Painting with morn each annual coll I Or how the sacred pine-tree adils To her old leaves new myriads ? Snch and so grew these holy... | |
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Know'st thou what wove yon woodbird's nest Of leaves and feathers from her breast? Or how the fish outbuilt her shell, Painting with morn each annual cell? Or how the sacred pine-tree adds To her old leaves new myriads? 
