...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,...breast ? Or how the fish outbuilt her shell, Painting the morn each annual cell? Or how the sacred pine-tree adds To her old leaves new myriads • Such...

...I have wondered if Emerson referred to any particular bird in these lines from "The Problem: " — "Know'st thou what wove yon wood-bird's nest Of leaves, and feathers from her breast ?" Probably not, but simply availed himself of the general belief that certain birds or fowls lined...

...have wondered if Emerson referred to any particular bird in these lines from "The Problem: '' — " Know'st thou what wove yon wood-bird's nest Of leaves, and feathers from her breast ? " Probably not, but simply availed himself of the general belief that certain birds or fowls lined...

...have wondered if Emerson referred to any particular bird in these lines from "The Problem: " — " Know'st thou what wove yon wood-bird's nest Of leaves, and feathers from her breast ?" Probably not, but simply availed himself of the general belief that certain birds or fowls lined...

...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,...how the fish outbuilt her shell, Painting with morn her annual cell? Or how the sacred pine-tree adds To her old leaves new myriads ? Such and so grew...

...the truth he ought to die. 7. Out from the heart of Nature rolled The burdens of the Bible old. 8. Know'st thou what wove yon woodbird's nest Of leaves, and feathers from her breast? Oral Exercise. Tell the meaning of each selection in your own words. LESSON ccvm. MEMORY EXERCISE....

...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 ? so 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 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 proudly...

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