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Stirs the blood like trumpet-blast. William Archer | 1 |
Stirrd, like a clarion-blast. Matthew Arnold | 2 |
Stirred her soul like organ music. Honoré de Balzac | 3 |
Stirring like the sight of glorious triumph. Joseph Conrad | 4 |
Stir as with hope and bliss. Mrs. E. M. H. Cortissoz | 5 |
Stir like tide-worn sea-weed. Fannie Stearns Davis | 6 |
That dream is in my heart, stirring, like spring within the unconscious earth setting the unborn summer in array. Frederick William Faber | 7 |
Stirs one like a martial tune. Richard Le Gallienne | 8 |
Stirring as music. James H. Gardiner | 9 |
Stirred like drifted snows. Thomas G. Hake | 10 |
Stirred
as the dive of a kingfisher stirs a quiet pool. Thomas Hardy | 11 |
Divinely stirred, As if the vanished soul of Keats, Had found its new birth in a bird. Paul Hamilton Hayne | 12 |
Stirred as tempest stirs the forest branches. Thomas Hood | 13 |
Stirred, like insects settled on a dancing leaf. Thomas Hood | 14 |
Stir like the hail of musketry in fight. Sigmund Krasinski | 15 |
Loves sweet mystery stirring at their hearts, like first spring motions in the veins o the flowers. Gerald Massey | 16 |
My heart is stirred, Like childhoods when it hears the carol of a bird. Robert Nicoll | 17 |
Stirred him up like the tap of a drum. James Whitcomb Riley | 18 |
Stirred like springtide waters. Algernon Charles Swinburne | 19 |
And with such song the hollow ways were stirred As of a gods heart hidden in a bird, Or as the whole soul of the sun in spring Should find full utterance in one flower-soft word. Algernon Charles Swinburne | 20 |
Stirs my spirits like a raging sea. Charles Wells | 21 |
Stirs, like the trumpets call to strife. John Greenleaf Whittier | 22 |
Stirrd like the ocean when a tempest blows. William Wilkie | 23 |
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