 | 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... | |
 | Margaret Fuller, Ralph Waldo Emerson, George Ripley - 1841 - 564 oldal
...canticles of love and wo. The hand that rounded Peter's dome, And groined the aisles of Christian Rome, Wrought in a sad sincerity. Himself from God he could...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... | |
 | 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
...The hand 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...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 - 458 oldal
...from " The Problem." " The hand that rounded Peter's dome, And groined the aisles of Christian Rome, Wrought in a sad sincerity. Himself from God he could not free ; He buildcd better than he knew, The conscious stone to beauty grew. Know'st thou what wove yon woodbird's... | |
 | 1845 - 452 oldal
...from " The Problem." " The hand that rounded Peter's dome, And groined the aisles of Christian Rome, Wrought in a sad sincerity. Himself from God he could...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
...canticles of love and woe. The hand that rounded Peter's dome, And groined the aisles of Christian Rome, Wrought in a sad sincerity. Himself from God he could...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... | |
 | Orestes Augustus Brownson - 1845 - 564 oldal
...canticles of love and woe. The hand that rounded Peter's dome, And groined the aisles of Christian Rome, Wrought in a sad sincerity. Himself from God he could...than he knew. The conscious stone to beauty grew. " Know'sl thou what wove yon wood-bird's nest Of leaves, and feathers from her breast ? Or how the... | |
 | 1878 - 300 oldal
...botch-work. " The hand that rounded Peter's dome And groined the aisles of ancient Rome Wrought with a sad sincerity — Himself from God he could not...than he knew, The conscious stone to beauty grew." If Michael Angelo thus built for immortality, how earnestly should every believer rear up what is to... | |
 | Ralph Waldo Emerson - 1847 - 244 oldal
...canticles of love and woe. The hand that rounded Peter's dome, And groined the aisles of Christian Borne, Wrought in a sad sincerity, Himself from God he could...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... | |
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The hand that rounded Peter's dome, And groined the 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. 
