 | Oliver Wendell Holmes - 1887 - 596 pages
...Triton blew from wreathed horn ! While on mine ear it rings, Through the deep caves of thought I bear a voice that sings : — Build thee more stately mansions,...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... | |
 | Orville T. Bright, James Baldwin - 1889 - 524 pages
...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! i While...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... | |
 | Oliver Wendell Holmes - 1889 - 482 pages
...lap forlorn ! From thy dead lips a clearer note is born Than ever Triton blew from wreathed horn ! While on mine ear it rings, Through the deep caves...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... | |
 | Oliver Wendell Holmes - 1889 - 124 pages
...lap forlorn ! From thy dead lips a clearer note is born Than ever Triton blew from wreathed horn ! While on mine ear it rings, Through the deep caves...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... | |
 | Stedman, Edmund C. and Hutchinson Ellen M. - 1889 - 656 pages
...lap. forlorn ! From thy dead lips a clearer note is born Than ever Triton blew from wreathed horn ! While on mine ear it rings, Through the deep caves...soul, As the swift seasons roll! Leave thy low-vaulted pastl Let each new temple, nobler than the last, Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast, Till... | |
 | Oliver Wendell Holmes - 1889 - 228 pages
...lap forlorn ! From thy dead lips a clearer note is born Than ever Triton blew from wreath^d horn ! While on mine ear it rings, Through the deep caves...sings: — Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul, Aa the swift seasons roll ! Leave thy low-vaulted past! Let each new temple, nobler than the... | |
 | 1889 - 656 pages
...lap, forlorn ! From thy dead lips a clrarer note is born Than ever Triton blew from wreathed horn ! While on mine ear it rings, Through the deep caves...that sings: — Build thee more stately mansions, О my soul, As the swift seasons roll! Leave thy low-vaulted past! Let each new temple, nobler than... | |
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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! 
