 | Oliver Wendell Holmes - 1891 - 328 страници
...Child of the wandering sea, Cast from her lap, forlorn ! From thy dead lips a clearer note is born Than ever Triton blew from wreathed horn ! While on...Through the deep caves of thought I hear a voice that sings : — Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul, As the swift seasons roll ! Leave thy low-... | |
 | Oliver Wendell Holmes - 1891 - 362 страници
...thee, Child of the wandering sea, Cast from her lap forlorn ! From thy dead lips a clearer note is born Than ever Triton blew from wreathed horn ! While on...Through the deep caves of thought I hear a voice that sings :. Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul, As the swift seasons roll I Leave thy low-vaulted... | |
 | Oliver Wendell Holmes - 1891 - 432 страници
...Child of the wandering sea, Cast from her lap, forlorn ! From thy dead lips a clearer note is born Than ever Triton blew from wreathed horn ! While on...Through the deep caves of thought I hear a voice that sings : — Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul, As the swift seasons roll! Leave thy low-... | |
 | 1891 - 310 страници
...Child of the wandering sea, Cast from her lap, forlorn ! From thy dead lips a clearer note is born Than ever Triton blew from wreathe'd horn ! While...Through the deep caves of thought I hear a voice that sings : — Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul, ^s the swift seasons roll ! Leave thy low-vaulted... | |
 | Oliver Wendell Holmes - 1891 - 204 страници
...Child of the wandering sea, Cast from her lap, forlorn ! 25 From thy dead lips a clearer note is born Than ever Triton blew from wreathed horn ! While on...Through the deep caves of thought I hear a voice that sings : — Leave thy low-vaulted past ! Let each new temple, nobler than the last, Shut thee from... | |
 | Oliver Wendell Holmes - 1891 - 330 страници
...Child of the wandering sea, Cast from her lap, forlorn ! From thy dead lips a clearer note is born Than ever Triton blew from wreathed horn ! While on...Through the deep caves of thought I hear a voice that sings : — Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul, As the swift seasons roll! Leave thy low-vaulted... | |
 | 1892 - 266 страници
...While on mine ear it rings, Through the deep caves of thought I hear a voice that sings : — Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul, As the swift...thine outgrown shell by life's unresting sea! Oliver Wendell Holmes. MY PLAYMATE THE pines were dark on Ramoth hill, Their song was soft and low ; The blossoms... | |
 | Oliver Wendell Holmes - 1892 - 516 страници
...Child of the wandering sea, Cast from her lap, forlorn ! From thy dead lips a clearer note is born Than ever Triton blew from wreathed horn ! While on...Through the deep caves of thought I hear a voice that sings : — Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul, As the swift seasons roll! Leave thy low-vaulted... | |
 | Edward Richard Shaw - 1892 - 228 страници
...Child of the wandering sea, Cast from her lap, forlorn ! From thy dead lips a clearer note is born Than ever Triton blew from wreathed horn ! While on...Through the deep caves of thought I hear a voice that sings: — Build thee more stately mansions, 0 my soul, As the swift seasons roll ! Leave thy low-vaulted... | |
 | 1892 - 260 страници
...Child of the wandering sea, Cast from her lap, forlorn ! From thy dead lips a clearer note is born Than ever Triton blew from wreathed horn ! While on...Through the deep caves of thought I hear a voice that sings : — Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul, As the swift seasons roll ! Leave thy low-vaulted... | |
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Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul, As the swift seasons roll ! Leave thy low-vaulted past! Let each new temple, nobler than the last, Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast, Till thou at length art free, Leaving thine outgrown shell by... 
