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...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,...

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...breathed its air. Through these streets so broad and stately, these obscure and dismal lanes, Walked of old the master singers, chaunting rude poetic strains....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,...

...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,...