 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
 | 1865 - 804 oldal
...glisten. Every clod feels a stir of might, An instinct within which 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... | |
 | Robert Morris Copeland - 1866 - 1010 oldal
...as n day in June 1 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 ahove it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers ; The flush of life may... | |
 | James Russell Lowell - 1866 - 68 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 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... | |
 | Robert Morris Copeland - 1866 - 944 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... | |
 | Edward Joseph Lowe - 1866 - 398 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 well... | |
 | Robert Morris Copeland - 1866 - 980 oldal
...Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten ; Every clod feels n 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 flush of life may... | |
 | Henry Coppée - 1867 - 586 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... | |
 | Richard Edwards - 1867 - 508 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...it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers ; 2. The flush of life may well be seen Thrilling back over hills and valleys ; The cowslip startles... | |
 | Richard Edwards - 1867 - 510 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; 2. The flush of life may well be seen Thrilling back over hills and valleys ; The cowslip startles... | |
 | Buffalo (N.Y.). Forest Lawn Cemetery - 1867 - 188 oldal
...seemingly devoid of life, as \ soon as the sun penetrates the hidden germs of / being it contains, " Feels a stir of might, An instinct within it, that...for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers." And is the re-animation of our mortal dust— the heavenward flight of the soul, a change any more... | |
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