 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 pages
...he could not free; tie builded better than he knew; — The conscious stone to beauty grew. vnowest thou what wove yon woodbird's nest Of leaves, and feathers from her breast ? )r how the fish outbuilt her shell, Minting with morn each annual cell ? )r how the sacred pine-tree... | |
 | Margaret Fuller, Ralph Waldo Emerson, George Ripley - 1841 - 564 pages
...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... | |
 | 1864 - 752 pages
...God ha could not free ; He buildi'd better than he knew ; — The conscious stone to beauty grew. " Know'st thou what wove yon woodbird's nest Of leaves...outbuilt her shell, Painting with morn each annual cell V Or how the sacred pine-tree adds 'To her old leaves new myriads ? Such and so grew these holy piles,... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1844 - 136 pages
...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... | |
 | 1845 - 460 pages
...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... | |
 | 1845 - 452 pages
...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... | |
 | Ralph Waldo Emerson - 1847 - 244 pages
...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...feathers from her breast; Or how the fish outbuilt its shell, Painting with morn each annual cell; Or how the sacred pinetree adds To her old leaves new... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1852 - 588 pages
...he could not free ; He buildcd better than he knew, ,The conscious stone to beauty grew. Know'stthou what wove yon wood-bird's nest Of leaves, and feathers...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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Such and so grew these holy piles, Whilst love and terror laid the tiles. Earth proudly wears the Parthenon, As the best gem upon her zone... 
