 | Margaret Fuller, Ralph Waldo Emerson, George Ripley - 1841 - 564 oldal
...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 not free; He...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,... | |
 | 1845 - 458 oldal
...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...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... | |
 | 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 - 452 oldal
...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...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
...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 not free ; He...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
...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 not free ; He...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 free ;...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 - 264 oldal
...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 not free; He...grew these holy piles, Whilst love and terror laid the tiles. Earth proudly wears the Parthenon, As the best gem upon her zone ; And Morning opes with... | |
 | Ralph Waldo Emerson - 1847 - 244 oldal
...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 not free ; He...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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Like the volcano's tongue of flame, Up from the burning core below, The 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 not free; He builded better... 
