 And there's never a leaf or a blade too mean To be some happy creature's palace; The little bird sits at his door in the sun, Atilt like a blossom among the leaves, And lets his illumined being o'errun With the deluge of summer it receives...  Blackwood's Magazine - 528. oldal1851Teljes nézet - Információ erről a könyvről
 | Loomis Joseph Campbell - 1884 - 442 oldal
...reaches and towers, And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers; The little bird sits at his door in the sun, A tilt like a blossom among the leaves, ttjid iets his illumined being o'erruu With the deluge of summer it receives. Noble Ideas. JR Lowell.... | |
 | Anna Bartlett Warner - 1884 - 108 oldal
...colour, beautified with form, full of hidden wealth and untold forces ; and yet through all : ' With never a leaf or a blade too mean To be some happy creature's palace.' Like that I would wish my life to be, — with all least things, as all greater ones, doing their sweet... | |
 | James Edward Murdoch - 1884 - 510 oldal
...buttercup catches the sun in its chalice. And there 's never a leaf nor a blade too mean To be -imc happy creature's palace; The little bird sits at his door in the sun, Atilt like a blossom among the leaves, And lets his illumined being o'errun \\ith the deluge of summer... | |
 | James Russell Lowell - 1885 - 518 oldal
...startles in meadows green, The buttercup catches the sun in its chalice, And there 's never a leaf nor a blade too mean To be some happy creature's palace ; The little bird sits at his door in the sun, Atiltlike a blossom among the leaves, And lets his illumined being o'errun With the deluge of summer... | |
 | 1885 - 504 oldal
...in the forest primeval, in the happy shining weather, we were constantly proving that there was "Not a leaf or a blade too mean To be some happy creature's palace." If we waxed sentimental, something must be forgiven the lavish summer. At the hotel, the bountiful... | |
 | 1885 - 816 oldal
...well be seen, Thrilling back over hill and valley; The cowslip starts in meadows green, The butter-cup catches the sun in its chalice, And there's never a leaf or blade too mean To be some happy creature's palace. The little bird sits at his door in the sun, Atilt... | |
 | 1885 - 850 oldal
...be seen Thrilling back over hills and valleys ; The cowslip startles in meadows green, The buttercup catches the sun in its chalice, And there's never a leaf or blade too mean To be some happy creature's palace ; The little bird sits at his door in the sun, Atilt... | |
 | 1886 - 552 oldal
...be seen Thrilling back over hills and valleys; The cowslip startles in meadows green, The buttercup catches the sun in its chalice, And there's never...palace ; The little bird sits at his door in the sun, Atilt like a blossom among the leaves. " Now is the high-tide of the year, And whatever of life hath... | |
 | Florence Montgomery - 1886 - 366 oldal
...be seen. Thrilling back over hills and valleys. The cowslip startles in meadows green The buttercup catches the sun in its chalice, And there's never...blade too mean, To be some happy creature's palace. — Lowell. But John Eamsay felt none of all this. He thought it oppressively hot in the sun on the... | |
 | Jeannette Leonard Gilder - 1886 - 746 oldal
...startles in meadows green, The buttercup catches the sun in its chalice, And there's never a leaf nor a blade too mean To be some happy creature's palace ; The little bird sits at his door in the sun, Atilt like a blossom among the leaves, And lets his illumined being o'errun His mate feels the eggs... | |
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