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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. "
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szerző: Ralph Waldo Emerson - 1847 - 199 oldal
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The Cambridge Book of Poetry and Song

Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 882 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...

The Dial: A Magazine for Literature, Philosophy, and Religion, 1. kötet

Ralph Waldo Emerson, Margaret Fuller, George Ripley - 1841
...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...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...

The New Englander

1864
...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...feathers from her breast ? Or how the fish outbuilt her shell, Painting with morn each annual cell V Or how the sacred pine-tree adds 'To her old leaves...

Gems from the American Poets: With Brief Biographical Notices

Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1844 - 120 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...

The Christian Examiner and Religious Miscellany

1845
...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...

The Christian Examiner and Religious Miscellany

1845
...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...feathers from her breast; Or how the fish out-built her shell, Painting with morn each annual cell; Or how the sacred pine tree adds To her old leaves...

Brownson's Quarterly Review, 2. kötet

Orestes Augustus Brownson - 1845
...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...

Brownson's quarterly review

1845
...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...

The Christian pioneer, ed. by J.F. Winks, 32-33. kötet

Joseph Foulkes Winks - 1878
...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...

Poems

Ralph Waldo Emerson - 1847 - 251 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...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...




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