...better than he knew ; — The conscious stone to beauty grew. Know'st thou what wove yon woodbird•s nest Of leaves, and feathers from her breast ? Or...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...

...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 prondly...

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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...

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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...

...builded better than he knew ; The conscious stone to beauty grew. Know'st thou what wove yon wooclbird's new myriads? Such and so grew those holy piles, Whilst love and terror laid the tiles. Earth proudly...

...from God he could not free ; lie builded better than he knew; — The conscious stone to beauty grew. Know'st thou what wove yon woodbird's nest Of leaves,...from her breast ? Or how the fish outbuilt her shell, Planting witli morn each annual cell ? Or how the sacred pine-tree adds To her old leaves new myriads...