 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...  The (Old) Farmer's Almanack - หน้า 7โดย Robert Bailey Thomas - 1860มุมมองทั้งเล่ม - เกี่ยวกับหนังสือเล่มนี้
 | 1867 - 554 หน้า
...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 grasping blindty above it for light. Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers.' Or turn the page to the... | |
 | Epes Sargent - 1867 - 544 หน้า
...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, grasping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers; The flush of life may well... | |
 | Robert Collyer - 1867 - 334 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, Climhs to a soul in grass and flowers." And I have made this brief... | |
 | 1867 - 616 หน้า
...softly her warm ear lays. Whether we look, or whether we listen, We heir life murmur, or see It glisten. Every clod feels a stir of might — An Instinct within It that reaches and towers — And. grasping blindly abore it for light. Climbs to a soul In grass and flowers.* Our English critic also... | |
 | 1867 - 548 หน้า
...glisten : Every clod feels a stir of might, AQ instinct within it that reaches and towers, And grasping blindly above it for light. Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers.' Or turn the page to the picture of the grim old castle, which ' summer besieges on every side,' or... | |
 | Lyndon - 1868 - 368 หน้า
...and bleak winds of March. Sooner or later it is almost sure to feel ' a stir of might, A something within it that reaches and towers; And, groping blindly...it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers *— " I think it is always March for some poor clods," answer ed Philip. " And yet,' June may be had... | |
 | William Brighty Rands - 1869 - 346 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, grasping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers ; The flush of life may... | |
 | 1913 - 1088 หน้า
...plant and animal. " 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 within it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers. ». MOUNT TEMPLE, CANADIAN ROCKIES THE... | |
 | Epes Sargent - 1870 - 538 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, grasping blindly above it for light, ^ Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers ; The flush of life may... | |
 | George Stillman Hillard - 1871 - 410 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 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... | |
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