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...Himself from God he could not free; He builded better than he knew, The conscious stone to beauty grew. Know'st thou what wove yon wood-bird's nest Of leaves,...Painting with morn each annual cell ; Or how the sacred pine tree adds To her old leaves new myriads ? Such and so grew these holy piles, Whilst love and terror...

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...Himself from God he could not tree; He builded better than he knew, The conscious stone to beauty grew. Know'st thou what wove yon wood-bird's nest Of leaves, and feathers from her breast; Or bow the fish outbuilt her shell, Painting with morn each annual cell ; Or how the sacred pine tree...

...God he could not free ; He builded better than he knew. The conscious stone to beauty grew. " Know'sl thou what wove yon wood-bird's nest Of leaves, and...Or how the sacred pine-tree adds To her old leaves new myriads ? Such and so grew these holy piles, Whilst love and terror laid the tiles. Earth proudly...

...Himself from God he could not free; He builded better than he knew, The conscious stone to beauty grew. Know'st thou what wove yon woodbird's nest Of leaves,...Painting with morn each annual cell; Or how the sacred pine tree adds To her old leaves new myriads ? Such and so grew these holy piles, Whilst love and terror...

...Himself from God he could not free ; He builded better than he knew, The conscious stone to beauty grew. Know'st thou what wove yon woodbird's nest Of leaves,...Painting with morn each annual cell ; Or how the sacred pine tree adds To her old leaves new myriads 1 Such and so grew these holy piles, Whilst love and terror...

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...from God he could not free; He builded better than he knew ; — The conscious stone to beauty grew. Know'st thou what wove yon woodbird's nest Of leaves,...Or how the sacred pine-tree adds To her old leaves new myriads'? Such and so grew these holy piles, Whilst love and terror laid the tiles. Earth proudly...