 | Buffalo (N.Y.). Forest Lawn Cemetery - 1867 - 188 Seiten
...germs of / being it contains, " 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." And is the re-animation of our mortal dust— the heavenward flight of the soul, a change any more... | |
 | Richard Edwards - 1867 - 510 Seiten
...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 a soul in grass and flowers; 2. The flush of life may well be seen Thrilling back over hills and valleys ; The cowslip startles... | |
 | Richard Edwards - 1867 - 508 Seiten
...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 a soul in grass and flowers ; 2. The flush of life may well be seen Thrilling back over hills and valleys ; The cowslip startles... | |
 | Lyndon - 1868 - 374 Seiten
...later it is almost sure to feel ' a stir of might, A something within it that reaches and towers ; And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers ' — though you may not be there to see." " I think it is always March for some poor clods," answer... | |
 | William Brighty Rands - 1869 - 352 Seiten
...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...green, The buttercup catches the sun in its chalice, ^T (\ And there's never a leaf or a blade too mean <3^ ^Q To be some happy creature's palace ; The... | |
 | William Brighty Rands - 1869 - 346 Seiten
...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...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... | |
 | Epes Sargent - 1870 - 538 Seiten
...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...the sun in its chalice, And there 's never a leaf or blade too mean To be some happy creature's palace. u. The little bird sits at his door in the sun,... | |
 | George Stillman Hillard - 1871 - 410 Seiten
...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 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 illumined... | |
 | John William Stanhope Hows - 1872 - 438 Seiten
...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...the sun in its chalice, And there 's never a leaf or blade too mean To be some happy creature's palace ; The little bird sits at his door in the sun,... | |
 | Anna Randall Diehl - 1872 - 460 Seiten
...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...The buttercup catches the sun in its chalice, And there's never a leaf nor a blade too mean To be some happy creature's palace ; The little bird sits... | |
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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. 
