"Living stone" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... them for the builder's use; but we, as Free and Accepted Masons, are taught to make use of it for the more noble and glorious purpose of divesting our hearts and consciences of all the vices and superfluities of life, thereby fitting our minds as lively and living stone for that spiritual building, that house not made with hands, ...
— The Mysteries of Free Masonry - Containing All the Degrees of the Order Conferred in a Master's Lodge • William Morgan
... there was no ceiling but the sky itself, flaked with little clouds of April whitely wandering over it. The floor was made of soft low grass, mixed with moss and primroses; and in a niche of shelter moved the delicate wood-sorrel. Here and there, around the sides, were "chairs of living stone," as some Latin writer says, whose name has quite escaped me; and in the midst a tiny spring arose, with crystal beads in it, and a soft voice as of a laughing dream, and dimples like a sleeping babe. Then, after ...
— Lorna Doone - A Romance of Exmoor • R. D. Blackmore
... and thou, sweet lute, The comfort of the sad and destitute, Calm thou my sorrow, lest I too become A marble pillar shedding through the dumb But living stone my almost bloody tears, A monument of grief for coming years. For when we think of mankind's evil chance Does not our private grief gain temperance? Unhappy mother (if 'tis evil hap We blame when caught in our own folly's trap) Where are thy sons and daughters, seven ...
— Laments • Jan Kochanowski
... on which Assisi stands rises abruptly on the side toward the Tiber: long lines of triple arches, which look as if hewn in the living stone, stretch along its face, one above another, like galleries, the great mass of the church and convent, with its towers and gables and spire-like cypress trees, crowning all. It is this marriage of the building to the rock, these lower ...
— Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science Vol. XV., No. 85. January, 1875. • Various
... a new creation glow'd. Each unhewn mass of living stone Was clad in horrors not its own, And at its base the trembling nations bow'd. Giant Error, darkly grand, Grasp'd the globe with iron hand. Circled with seats of bliss, the Lord of Light Saw prostrate worlds ...
— Poems • Samuel Rogers |
