 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.  Poets of America - 162 psl.autoriai: Edmund Clarence Stedman - 1885 - 516 psl.Visos knygos peržiūra - Apie šią knygą
 | Margaret Fuller, Ralph Waldo Emerson, George Ripley - 1841 - 564 psl.
...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...than he knew, The conscious stone to beauty grew. Know'st thou what wove yon wood-bird's nest Of leaves, and feathers from her breast : Or how the fish... | |
 | 1864 - 752 psl.
...old leaves new myriads ? Such and so grew these holy piles, Whilst love and terror laid the tiles. Earth proudly wears the Parthenon, As the best gem...opes with haste her lids To gaze upon the Pyramids ; O'er England's abbeys bends the. sky, As on its friends with kindred eye ; For out of Thought's interior... | |
 | Hosea Ballou, George Homer Emerson, Thomas Baldwin Thayer, Richard Eddy - 1847 - 444 psl.
...highest moods. Who will doubt the identity of art and nature after the authoritative annunciation : " Earth proudly wears the Parthenon, As the best gem...opes with haste her lids, To gaze upon the Pyramids. These temples grew as grows the grass, Art might obey, but not surpass. The passive master lent his... | |
 | 1845 - 458 psl.
...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... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1844 - 136 psl.
...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 to beauty grew. Know'st thou what wove yon wood-bird's nest Of leaves, and feathers from her breast; Or bow the fish... | |
 | Orestes Augustus Brownson - 1845 - 564 psl.
...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... | |
 | Orestes Augustus Brownson - 1845 - 584 psl.
...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'st thou what wove yon wood-bird's ne»t Of leaves, and feathers from her breast ? Or how the... | |
 | 1845 - 452 psl.
...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...than he knew, The conscious stone to beauty grew. Know'st thou what wove yon woodbird's nest Of leaves, and feathers from her breast; Or how the fish... | |
 | 1878 - 300 psl.
...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 psl.
...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...than he knew, The conscious stone to beauty grew. Know'st thou what wove yon woodbird's nest Of leaves and feathers from her breast; Or how the fish... | |
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