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...an eqnal date With Andes and with Ararat, The hand that ronnded Peter's dome, And groined the isles of Christian Rome, Wrought in a sad sincerity ; Himself from God he conld not free ; He bnilded better than he knew, The conscious stone to beauty grew." When we speak,...

...Like the volcano's tongue of flame, Up from the burning core below, — The canticles of love and wo. The hand that rounded Peter's dome, And groined the...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...

...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 sad sincerity; Himself from God ha could not free ; He buildi'd better than he knew ; — The conscious...

...always, perhaps seldom, able to explain itself. There is a truth in these lines of Emerson : — " The hand that rounded Peter's dome, And groined the...he knew, The conscious stone to beauty grew." The true ontology is expressed in the first verse of Genesis : " In principio creavit Deus caslum et terram"...

...that might be found ; but they are the only ones we have at hand. The first is from " The Problem." " The hand that rounded Peter's dome, And groined the...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 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...

...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...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...

...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...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...

...that might be found; but they are the only ones we have at hand. The first is from " The Problem." " The hand that rounded Peter's dome, And groined the...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...