 | Horace Elisha Scudder - 1879 - 474 páginas
...glisten; Every clod feels a stir of might, 40 An instinct within it that reaches and lower*, And, groping 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; 45 The cowslip startles in meadows... | |
 | 1887 - 626 páginas
..." Every clod feels the thrill of life, An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers." So the old, commonplace, the apparently dead earth, to one who has eyes to see and who can read, though... | |
 | Brainerd Kellogg - 1880 - 286 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 of life may well... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1880 - 1124 páginas
...her warm ear lavs : Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten ; warfare wage With Amalek's ungracious progeny ; Or how the royal hard did groaning groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers ; The flush of life may well... | |
 | William Swinton - 1880 - 694 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, 40 And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers. 5. The flush of... | |
 | Mark Bailey - 1880 - 74 páginas
...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 bird sits at his door in the sun, Atilt like a blossom among the leaves, And lets his illumined... | |
 | Brainerd Kellogg - 1880 - 288 páginas
...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 life may well be seen Thrilling back over hills and valleys ; The cowslip startles in meadows... | |
 | United States. Congress - 1949 - 102 páginas
...glisten. Every clod feels a stir of might — an instinct within it that rises and towers and, groping blindly above it for light, climbs to a soul in grass and flowers." Mr. Speaker, I like to think of the struggle of people all over the earth — the mothers and fathers... | |
 | United States. 80th Cong., 1st sess., 1947 - 1949 - 116 páginas
...well said by the poet: "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 rises and towers and, groping blindly above it for light, climbs to a soul in grass and flowers." Mr.... | |
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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... 
