 | 1881 - 222 ˹éÒ
...her warm ear lays : Whether we look, or whether \ve 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;... | |
 | Philip Schaff, Arthur Gilman - 1880 - 1108 ˹éÒ
...her warm ear lays : Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten ; (r r soul in grass and flowers ; The flush of life may well be seen Thrilling back over hills and valleys... | |
 | 1881 - 892 ˹éÒ
...civilisations, in worlds and systems, this mysterious process is going on. Nothing is dead ; nothing is still. 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. And those larger clods, the worlds themselves, climb to souls in myriads... | |
 | Mary Mapes Dodge - 1881 - 514 ˹éÒ
...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... | |
 | Richard Acland Armstrong - 1881 - 902 ˹éÒ
...civilisations, in worlds and systems, this mysterious process is going on. Nothing is dead ; nothing is still. 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. And those larger clods, the worlds themselves, climb to souls in myriads... | |
 | 1867 - 858 ˹éÒ
...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 (/rasping blindly above it for lif/ht, Climbs to a tout in grass and flower ; The flush of life may... | |
 | United States. Congress - 1949 - 112 ˹éÒ
...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.... | |
 | United States. 80th Cong., 1st sess., 1947, United States. Congress - 1949 - 120 ˹éÒ
...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.... | |
 | United States. 80th Cong., 1st sess., 1947 - 1949 - 116 ˹éÒ
...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.... | |
 | United States. 80th Cong., 1st sess., 1947. House - 1950 - 84 ˹éÒ
...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... 
