 | Robert Ellis Thompson, William Wilberforce Newton, Otis H. Kendall - 1877 - 992 pages
...penetrative imagination displayed in single pictures is wonderful ; take for instance the four lines : 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. Mr. Lowell's... | |
 | Amelia B. Edwards - 1878 - 358 pages
...her warm ear lays: And 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... | |
 | William Rounseville Alger - 1878 - 1042 pages
...its animate and builded receptacles up to the level of vegetation, creates the world of plants. '* Every clod feels a stir of might, An instinct within It that reaches and towers, And, gripping blindly above it for light. Climbs to a HOU! in gross and flowure." On the level... | |
 | George Stillman Hillard - 1878 - 412 pages
...as a day in June ? 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 little... | |
 | Choice poems - 1879 - 206 pages
...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... | |
 | 1880 - 592 pages
...spires for the sunlight, — such facts as these make up the inexhaustible marvel of the spring. " 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." Shall I tell... | |
 | 1889 - 690 pages
...more wonderful than the reality. Here, again, let me give a few lines from " Sir Launfal " : — " 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." Did you ever... | |
 | John Miller D. Meiklejohn - 1879 - 296 pages
...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 groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers. 2. The flush... | |
 | Amelia Ann Blanford Edwards - 1879 - 390 pages
...warm ear lays : And 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... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1880 - 1124 pages
...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 d towers And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers ; The flush of... | |
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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... 
