 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
 | Joseph Edward Adams Smith - 1852 - 230 oldal
...cattle, even where houses and barns, seemed as much in exuberant enjoyment of the day as ourselves. " 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 flash of life may well... | |
 | Joseph Edward Adams Smith - 1852 - 238 oldal
...cattle, even where houses and barns, seemed as much in exuberant enjoyment of the day as ourselves. " 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 flash of life may... | |
 | Andrew Jackson Downing, George William Curtis - 1856 - 650 oldal
...the moss, lately grown green in the rain and sunshine of April. And, as Lowell has so finely said, " 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." From the time when the... | |
 | James Russell Lowell - 1857 - 334 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 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 - 1858 - 342 oldal
...clod feels a stir of might, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers; The flush of life may well be seen An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, groping blindly above it for, light, Thrilling back over hills and valleys ; The cowslip startles in meadows green, The buttercup catches... | |
 | Thomas Starr King - 1859 - 438 oldal
...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...for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers; The cowslip startles in meadows green, The buttercup catches the sun in its chalice, And there's never... | |
 | Robert Morris Copeland - 1859 - 876 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*6oul in grass and flowers ; The flush of life may... | |
 | Thomas Starr King - 1860 - 446 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...for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers; The cowslip startles in meadows green, The buttercup catches the sun in its chalice. And there's never... | |
 | Thomas Starr King - 1860 - 436 oldal
...softly her warm cur lavs: 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...And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to n soul in grass and flowers; The cowslip startles in meadows green, The buttercup catches the sun in... | |
 | John William Stanhope Hows - 1860 - 450 oldal
...softly her warm ear lays: Whether we look, or whether wo listen, We hear Hie 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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