 | P. Kearns - 2004 - 293 pages
...spirit, there is no comfort. Nourish your spirit. B UILD THEE MORE STA TEL Y MANSIONS, O MY SO UL, 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... | |
 | John S. Hatcher - 2005 - 338 pages
...wire with a telephone on either end. -14The Daily Miracle 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... | |
 | Oliver Wendell Holmes - 2005 - 341 pages
...he reaches the message which it sends to us : Build thee more stately uiaasions, O my soul, As t!io swift seasons roll ! Leave thy low-vaulted past ! Let each new temple, nobler than the last, Shut tbee from Jii,»ven with a dome more vast, * Till tlum at length art free, Leaving thine... | |
 | R. Garner Brasseur - 2006 - 514 pages
...Child of the wandering sea, Cast from her lap, forlorn! From thy dead lips a clearer note is born That ever Triton blew from wreathed horn! While on mine...sings: — Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul, As the swift season roll! Leave thy low-vaulted past! Let each new temple, nobler than the last,... | |
 | 472 pages
...for the heavenly message brought by thee, Child of the wandering sea, Cast from her lap, forlorn ! From thy dead lips a clearer note is born Than ever...sings : — 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... | |
 | Elizabeth R. Epperly - 2007 - 241 pages
...1 1 The fifth and last stanza of Holmes's poem reads, 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... | |
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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 life's... 
