 | 1883 - 270 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... | |
 | Catherine Jane Hamilton - 1883 - 310 páginas
...may be, the vivifying air of April makes them quiver, touched by the mighty ravishments of spring. ' Every clod feels a stir of might, An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, grasping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers.' her with... | |
 | John Swett - 1884 - 412 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. 7.... | |
 | Charles William Bardeen - 1884 - 828 páginas
...her warm ear lays. Whether we louk, or whether we liaU-n, We hear life murmur, we 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... | |
 | John Wesley Hanson - 1884 - 428 páginas
...her warm ear lays. Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, we 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 tu a soul in grass and flowers. Joy comes,... | |
 | Loomis Joseph Campbell - 1884 - 442 páginas
...and Smoother Stress. 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 little... | |
 | Charles William Bardeen - 1884 - 828 páginas
...her warm ear lays. Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, we 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... | |
 | Charles William Bardeen - 1884 - 828 páginas
...her warm ear lays. Whether wo look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, we see it glisten ; Every clod feels a stir of might, An instinct within it that renches and towers, And, groping blindly above it for li^hi. Climbs to a soul in grass and ilowors... | |
 | James Russell Lowell - 1885 - 518 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... | |
 | 1885 - 816 páginas
...ear lays; Whither we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur or hear it glisten. Every slod 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... | |
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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... 
