...streets so broad and stately, these obscure and dismal lanes, Walked of yore the Master-singers, chanting rude poetic strains. From remote and sunless suburbs...Thanking God, whose boundless wisdom makes the flowers of poesy bloom In the forge's dust and cinders, in the tissues of the loom. Here Hans Sachs, the cobbler-poet,...

...streets so broad and stately, these obscure and dismal lane* Walked of yore the Master-Singers, chanting rude poetic strains. From remote and sunless suburbs...Thanking God, whose boundless wisdom makes the flowers of poesy bloom In the forge's dust and cinders, in the tissues of the loom. Here Hans Sachs, the cobbler-poet,...

...streets so broad and stately, these obscure and dismal lanes, Walked of yore the Master-singers, chanting rude poetic strains. From remote and sunless suburbs,...the smith his iron measures hammered to the anvil's Thanking God, whose boundless wisdom makes the flowers of poesy bloom In the forge's dust and cinders,...

...streets sO broad and stately, these obscure and dismal lanes, Walked of yore the Msster singers, chanting rude poetic strains. From remote and sunless suburbs,...the weaver plied the shuttle, wove he too the mystic rnyme, And the smith his iron measures hammered to the anvil's chime ; Thanking God, whose boundless...

...streets so broad and stately, these obscure and dismal lanes, Walked of yore the Mostcrsingers, chanting rude poetic strains. From remote and sunless suburbs,...friendly guild, Building nests in Fame's great temple, as m spout» the swallows build. As the weaver plied the shuttle, wove be too the mystic rhyme, And the...

...lanes," he sees the Master-singers walking — the men who reverenced their own honest handicrafts. ''As the weaver plied the shuttle, wove he, too, the mystic rhyme, And Hn' smith his iron measures hammered to the anvil's chime. Thanking God, whose boundless wisdom makes...

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...streets so broad and stately, these obscure and dismal lanes, Walked of yore the Mastcrsingcrs, chanting rude poetic strains. From remote and sunless suburbs,...the shuttle, wove he too the mystic rhyme, And the smitli his iron measures hammered to the anvil's chime ; Thanking God, whose boundless wisdom makes...

...broad and stately, these obscure and dismal lanes, Walked of yore the Mastersingers, chanting rnde poetic strains. From remote and sunless suburbs, came...Thanking God, whose boundless wisdom makes the flowers of poesy bloom In the forge's dust and cinders, in the tissues of the loom. Here Hans Sachs, the cobbler-poet,...

...streets so broad and stately, these obscure and dismal lanes, Walked of yore the Mastersingers, chanting rude poetic strains. From remote and sunless suburbs,...Thanking God, whose boundless wisdom makes the flowers of poesy bloom In the forge's dust and cinders, in the tissues of the loom. Here Hans Sachs, the cobbler-poet,...