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... The (Old) Farmer's Almanack - 7. oldalszerző: Robert Bailey Thomas - 1860Teljes nézet - Információ erről a könyvről
| 1851 - 786 oldal
...the summer : — ' 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, grasping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass andjloicer!, The cowslip startles in... | |
| 740 oldal
...her warm car 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 grasping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers." JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL.... | |
| 1867 - 796 oldal
...softly her warm ear lays. Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur or see it glUten : Every clod feels a stir of might, An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And grayling blinJly above it for light, Ctintbt to a »oul in grass andjioieers." Or turn the page to... | |
| 1849 - 648 oldal
...glisten ; 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 ; The flush of life may well be seen Thrilling back over hills and valleys ; The cowslip startles in... | |
| James Russell Lowell - 1849 - 276 oldal
...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, grasping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers ; The flush of life may... | |
| David Bates Tower, Cornelius Walker - 1850 - 292 oldal
...her warm ear lays ; Whether we loot, 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, grasping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers ; The flush of life may... | |
| 1851 - 856 oldal
...hand can hold." " ' 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, grasjñng blindly а/юге it for li¡¡ktt Climb» to a soul itiyra#$ andßotcers. The cowslip startles... | |
| 1851 - 794 oldal
...the summer : — ' Whether wo 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, grasping blindly above it for liylU, Climla to a soul in grass and Jloicers. The cowslip startles in... | |
| 1849 - 390 oldal
...: Whether \ve look, or whether we listen, We hear life mnrmnr, or see it glisten ; Every clod teels a stir of might, An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And. grasping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a sonl in grass and flowers; The flnsh of life may well... | |
| Caroline Matilda Kirkland - 1852 - 358 oldal
...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, grasping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers ; The flush of life may... | |
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