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Wrought in a sad sincerity ; Himself from God he could not free ; He builded better than he knew ; The conscious stone to beauty grew . Earth proudly wears the Parthenon As the best gem upon her zone ; And Morning opes with haste ...
Wrought in a sad sincerity ; Himself from God he could not free ; He builded better than he knew ; The conscious stone to beauty grew . Earth proudly wears the Parthenon As the best gem upon her zone ; And Morning opes with haste ...
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162 psl. - 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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152 psl. - For Nature beats in perfect tune, And rounds with rhyme her every rune, Whether she work in land or sea, Or hide underground her alchemy. Thou canst not wave thy staff in air, Or dip thy paddle in the lake, But it carves the bow of beauty there, And the ripples in rhymes the oar forsake.
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Bibliografinė informacija
| Pavadinimas | Poets of America Biography and Library of Literature, Drama and Criticism Poets of America, Edmund Clarence Stedman |
| Autorius | Edmund Clarence Stedman |
| Leidimas | 15 |
| Leidėjas | Houghton, Mifflin, 1885 |
| Originalas iš | Kalifornijos universitetas |
| Pakeista skaitmenine forma | 8 rugsėjo 2007 |
| ISBN | 0384577504, 9780384577503 |
| Ilgis | 516 psl. |
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