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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... "
Biennial of the General Federation of Women's Clubs: Official Proceedings ... - ˹ 400
General Federation of Women's Clubs - 1896
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The Granite Monthly: A New Hampshire Magazine Devoted to History ..., 22

Henry Harrison Metcalf, John Norris McClintock - 1897
...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 abo%-e it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers." His paintings and sketches stir in one...

The life that now is, sermons

Robert Collyer - 1877 - 340 ˹
...spirits that stand nearest the immanent glory ; and, on the other, that mystery of life in which "Every clod feels a stir of might, An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, feeling blindly toward the light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers." And I have made this brief...

Penn Monthly, 8

Robert Ellis Thompson, William Wilberforce Newton, Otis H. Kendall - 1877
...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 later poems...

The Franklin Fifth Reader: For the Use of Public and Private Schools

George Stillman Hillard - 1878 - 374 ˹
...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...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...

A Poetry-book of Modern Poets

Amelia B. Edwards - 1878 - 334 ˹
...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 of life may well...

The Destiny of the Soul: A Critical History of the Doctrine of a Future Life

William Rounseville Alger - 1878 - 1008 ˹
...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 of sensation,...

The Franklin Fifth Reader: For the Use of Public and Private Schools

George Stillman Hillard - 1878 - 374 ˹
...as a day in June ? Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life niunnur, or sec it glisten, Every clod feels a stir of might, An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, gropmg blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers; The little bird sits at his...

Choice poems and lyrics, for study and delight, ed. by J.T. Ashby

Choice poems - 1879
...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...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...

Unity Pulpit, 2

1880
...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...And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers." Shall I tell you the meaning of this marvel ? When all our knowledge has...

Unity Pulpit, 11

1889
...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...And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers." Did you ever think how marvellous a thing it is ? You take a tiny little...




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