...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...and towers, And, groping blindly above it for light, Clii ii i ii to a soul in grass and flowers; The cowslip startles in meadows green, The buttercup catches...

...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...

...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 towers, And, groping blindly above it for light, (.'limbs to a soul in grass and flowers; The Hush of life nmy well be seen Thrilling back over lulls...

...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...

...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...

...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...

...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 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...

...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,...

...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...

...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...