 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...  Poetical Works - Page 107by James Russell Lowell - 1895 - 515 pagesFull view - About this book
 | Literature - 1849 - 648 pages
...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 - Almanacs, American - 1860 - 628 pages
...14 2 458 3 19 Ч 2f kn. 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...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 pages
...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 - Readers - 1850 - 292 pages
...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... | |
 | Ireland - 1855 - 724 pages
...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... | |
 | Caroline Matilda Kirkland - English poetry - 1852 - 356 pages
...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... | |
 | Joseph Edward Adams Smith - Berkshire (Mass. : County) - 1852 - 238 pages
...towers, And, grasping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul In grass and flowers ; The flash 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 bud too... | |
 | Joseph Edward Adams Smith - Berkshire (Mass. : County) - 1852 - 230 pages
...towers, And, grasping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers; The flash 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 bud too... | |
 | James Russell Lowell - 1856 - 46 pages
...An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, grasping blindly above it for light, ;1 ^TU-i-^ Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers; The flush of...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... | |
 | James Russell Lowell - American poetry - 1857 - 334 pages
...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...back over hills and valleys ; The cowslip startles in meadows green, The buttercup catahes the sun in its chalice, And there's never a leaf nor a blade too... | |
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