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...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 how the...leaves new myriads? Such and so grew these holy piles, While love and terror laid the tiles. * " These temples grew as grows the grass; Art might obey, but...

...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 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...

...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 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...

...as one may say, by squinting at a sheet of paper. g. DICKERS — Martin Chuzzelwit. Vol. II. Ch. VI. H ,1 A. EMERSON — The Problem. The Gothic cathedral is a blossoming in stone subdued by the insatiable...

...than he knew ; — The conscious stone to beauty grew. Know'st thou what wove yon woodbird's nest M Of leaves, and feathers from her breast ? Or how the...sacred pine-tree adds To her old leaves new myriads ? 30 Such and so grew these holy piles, Whilst love and terror laid the tiles. Earth proudly wears...

...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 how the...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...

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

...shines like a resplendent jewel. I have never been surprised by the extravagance of Emerson's lines, — "Earth proudly wears the Parthenon As the best gem upon her zone." God gave to the Athenians, as to no others who have ever lived, the power to evoke deathless beauty...

...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 how the fish outbuilt its shell, Painting with morn each annual cell; Or how the sacred pine tree adds To her old leaves...