 | Brainerd Kellogg - 1880 - 286 páginas
...her warm ear lays. Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten ; Every clod feels a stir of might, An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers. The flush of... | |
 | William Swinton - 1880 - 694 páginas
...her warm ear lays : Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten; Every clod feels a stir of might, An instinct within it that reaches and towers, 40 And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers. 5. The flush... | |
 | 1881 - 222 páginas
...her warm ear lays : Whether we look, or whether \ve listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten; Every clod feels a stir of might, An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers ; The flush... | |
 | George Milner - 1881 - 370 páginas
...her warm ear lays : Whether we look or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten ; Every clod feels a stir of might, An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And groping blindly above it for light Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers. JR LOWELL, The... | |
 | Richard Acland Armstrong - 1881 - 902 páginas
...civilisations, in worlds and systems, this mysterious process is going on. Nothing is dead ; nothing is still. Every clod feels a stir of might, An instinct within it that reaches and towers ; And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers. And those... | |
 | Philip Schaff, Arthur Gilman - 1880 - 1108 páginas
...her warm ear lays : Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten ; (r r towers, And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers ; The flush... | |
 | Mary Mapes Dodge - 1881 - 514 páginas
...her warm ear lays : Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten ; Every clod feels a stir of might, An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers ; The flush... | |
 | 1881 - 892 páginas
...civilisations, in worlds and systems, this mysterious process is going on. Nothing is dead ; nothing is still. Every clod feels a stir of might, An instinct within it that reaches and towers ; And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers. And those... | |
 | Albert Newton Raub - 1882 - 480 páginas
...softly her warm ear lays ; Whether we look or whether we listen, We hear life murmur or see it glisten ; Every clod feels a stir of might, An instinct within it that reaches and towers, 40 And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers ; The flush... | |
 | 1882 - 382 páginas
...softly her warm ear lays : Whether we look or whether we listen, We hear life murmur or see it glisten. Every clod feels a stir of might, An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers." LOWELL. HERE... | |
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And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then heaven tries the earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays : Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten ; Every clod feels... 
