| Henry Harrison Metcalf, John Norris McClintock - 1897 - 428 หน้า
...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... | |
| Robert Collyer - 1877 - 368 หน้า
...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... | |
| Robert Ellis Thompson, William Wilberforce Newton, Otis H. Kendall - 1877 - 992 หน้า
...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... | |
| George Stillman Hillard - 1878 - 412 หน้า
...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... | |
| Amelia B. Edwards - 1878 - 358 หน้า
...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... | |
| William Rounseville Alger - 1878 - 1042 หน้า
...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,... | |
| George Stillman Hillard - 1878 - 400 หน้า
...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 - 1879 - 206 หน้า
...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... | |
| 1880 - 592 หน้า
...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... | |
| 1889 - 690 หน้า
...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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