 | 1851 - 786 str.
...startles in meadows green, The bnttercup 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 the sun A tilt like a blossom among the leaves, And lets his illumined being o'errnn With the deluge of summer... | |
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 str.
...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 flush of...valleys ; The cowslip startles in meadows green, The outtercup catches the sun In its chalice, And there's never a leaf nor a blade too mean To be some... | |
 | 1849 - 648 str.
...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...The buttercup catches the sun in its chalice, And there 'e never a leaf or a blade too mean To be some happy creature's palace ; The little bird sits... | |
 | James Russell Lowell - 1849 - 276 str.
...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...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... | |
 | David Bates Tower, Cornelius Walker - 1850 - 292 str.
...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...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 the sun,... | |
 | 1855 - 724 str.
...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...catches the sun In Its chalice, And there's never a leaf or a blade too mean To be some happy creature's palace ; 'I he little bird sits at his door in the... | |
 | 1851 - 608 str.
...reaches and towers, And, 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 sun... | |
 | 1851 - 792 str.
...reaches and towers, And, grasping 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 sun... | |
 | 1851 - 856 str.
...and towers, And, grasjñng blindly 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... | |
 | 1849 - 390 str.
...above it for light, Climbs to a sonl in grass and flowers; The flnsh of life may well be sesn Thrillin" back over hills and valleys ; The cowslip startles in meadows green, The bnttercnp catches the snn in its cha!icet And there's never a leaf or a blade too mean To be some happy... | |
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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... 
