 | 740 pàgines
...; 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." JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL. GENERAL REMARKS. The. late redden change from cold to warm .ma dry weather, by... | |
 | 1849 - 648 pàgines
...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...back over hills and valleys ; The cowslip startles in meadows green, The buttercup catches the sun in its chalice, And there 'e never a leaf or a blade too... | |
 | Robert Bailey Thomas - 1860 - 628 pàgines
...1141 3 39 13 APKIL hath 30 days. 1869 Every clod feels a stir of might, An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers. Aspects, Holidays, Events, Weather, &o. Farmer's Calendar. 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23... | |
 | James Russell Lowell - 1849 - 276 pàgines
...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...back over hills and valleys; The cowslip startles in meadows green, The buttercup catches the sun in its chalice. And there 's never a leaf or a blade too... | |
 | David Bates Tower, Cornelius Walker - 1850 - 292 pàgines
...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...back over hills and valleys ; The cowslip startles in meadows green, The buttercup catches the sun in its chalice, And there's never a leaf or a blade too... | |
 | 1855 - 724 pàgines
...within us that reaches and towers. And, grasping hlindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in gross and flowers ; The flush of life may well be seen Thrilling...back over hills and valleys; The cowslip startles In meadows green, The buttercup catches the sun In Its chalice, And there's never a leaf or a blade too... | |
 | 1851 - 608 pàgines
...grasping blindly abme it for light, Cbmbs to a soul in grass and flowers. The cowslip startles in meadows green, The buttercup catches the sun in its chalice, And there's never a leaf or a blade too mean To be some happy creature's palace ; The little bird iits al his door in the... | |
 | 1851 - 792 pàgines
...blindly above it for liylU, Climla to a soul in grass and Jloicers. The cowslip startles in meadows green, The buttercup catches the sun in its chalice, And there's never a leaf or a blade too mean To be some happy creature's palace ; The little bird sits at his door in tltc... | |
 | 1851 - 856 pàgines
...а/юге it for li¡¡ktt Climb» to a soul itiyra#$ andßotcers. The cowslip startles in meadows green. The buttercup catches the sun in its chalice, And there's never я leaf or a blade too mean To be some happy creature's palace ; Tlit littíe bird sits at hit door... | |
 | Caroline Matilda Kirkland - 1852 - 356 pàgines
...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...back over hills and valleys ; The cowslip startles in meadows green, The buttercup catches the sun in its chalice, And there's never a leaf or a blade too... | |
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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 a stir of might, An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to... 
