 | 1844 - 454 sidor
...Aid hear the bellows roar, And catch the burning sparks that fly, Like chaff from a threshing floor. He goes on Sunday to the church, And sits among his...Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close ; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose. Thanks, thanks to thee,... | |
 | 1840 - 576 sidor
...of her once more, How in the crave she lies ; And with his hard rough hand he wipes A tear from out his eyes. Toiling — rejoicing —sorrowing — Onward...Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close ; Something attempted — something done, Has earned a night's repose. VIII. Thanks, thanks... | |
 | 1840 - 560 sidor
...more, How in the grave she lies ; And with his hard rough hand he wipes A tear from out his eyes. Til. Toiling — rejoicing —sorrowing — Onward through...Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close ; Something attempted — something done, Has earned a night's repose. VIII. Thanks, thanks... | |
 | Charles Dickens, William Harrison Ainsworth, Albert Smith - 1841 - 710 sidor
...of her once more, How in her grave she lies, And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear from out his eyes. Toiling, rejoicing, sorrowing, Onward through...Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close ; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose. Thanks ! thanks to thee,... | |
 | 1841 - 744 sidor
...of her once more, How in her grave she lies, And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear from out his eyes. Toiling, rejoicing, sorrowing, Onward through...Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose. Thanks ! thanks to thee,... | |
 | 1842 - 610 sidor
...acheiving, still pursuing, Learn to labour and to wait. The Village Blacksmith. Under a spreading chesnut tree The village smithy stands ; The smith, a mighty...Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close ; Something attempted — something done Has earned a night's repose. Thanks, thanks to thee,... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1842 - 148 sidor
...And hear the bellows roar, And catch the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a threshing floor. He goes on Sunday to the church, And sits among his...Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close ; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose. Thanks, thanks to thee,... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1842 - 638 sidor
...once more, How in the grave she lies ; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyeg. Toiling — rejoicing — sorrowing — Onward through...Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close ; Something attempted — something done, Has earned a night's repose. Thanks, thanks to thee,... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1843 - 558 sidor
...whole world in the face, For he owes not any man. Week in, week out, from morn till night, You can hoar his bellows blow ; You can hear him swing his heavy...Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close ; Something attempted — something done, Has earned a night's repose. Thanks, thanks to thec,... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1843 - 570 sidor
...And hear the bellows roar, And catch the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a threshing floor. He goes on Sunday to the church, And sits among his...Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close ; Something attempted, something done. Has earned a night's repose. Thanks, thanks to thee,... | |
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He goes on Sunday to the church, And sits among his boys; He hears the parson pray and preach, He hears his daughter's voice, Singing in the village choir, And it makes his heart rejoice. It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise!... 
