 Work - work - work! From weary chime to chime, Work - work - work As prisoners work for crime! Band, and gusset, and seam, Seam, and gusset, and band, Till the heart is sick, and the brain benumb'd, As well as the weary hand.  Work, Or, Plenty to Do and how to Do it - 62. oldalszerző: Margaret Maria Gordon - 1854 - 125 oldalTeljes nézet - Információ erről a könyvről
 | George Pope Morris, Nathaniel Parker Willis - 1843 - 530 oldal
...O, God ! that bread should be so dear, And flesh and blood so cheap ! " Work — work — work ! My labour never flags ¡ And what are its wages ? A bed of straw, A cruet of bread — and rags, That ghatter'd roof— and this naked floor — A table — a broken chair... | |
 | Charlotte Elizabeth Tonna - 1844 - 622 oldal
...! God ! that bread should be so dear, And flesh and blood so cheap ! " Work — work — work ; My labour never flags; And what are its wages ? A bed...blank, my shadow I thank For sometimes falling there ! " Work— work — work ! From weary chime to chime, Work — work — work — As prisoners work... | |
 | Johann Georg Kohl - 1844 - 316 oldal
...keep, Oh, God ! that bread should be so dear, And flesh and blood so cheap! ") Work ! work ! work ! My labour never flags; And what are its wages ? A bed...— and rags, That shatter'd roof — and this naked floorA table — a broken chair — *) £> Scanner mit lieben (Scfcrceftern ! О Шппег tern tmb... | |
 | 1844 - 878 oldal
...; Oh God ! that bread should be so dear, And flesh and blood so cheap 1 Work — work— work ! My labour never flags ; And what are its wages ? A bed of straw, A crust of brood— and rags. That shattered roof, and this naked floor— A table — a broken chair — And... | |
 | 1844 - 858 oldal
...Oh God ! that bread should ho во dear, And flesh and blood во cheap ! Work— work— work ! My Lx 3KŎ c7 nZ a > } cnist of bread — and rag*. That shattered roof, and this naked floor— A table — a broken chair... | |
 | Johann Georg Kohl - 1844 - 316 oldal
...Oh, God ! that bread should be so dear, And flesh and blood so cheap ! **) Work ! work ! work ? My labour never flags; And what are its wages ? A bed of straw, • ... , A crnst of bread — and rags, That shatter'd roof — and this naked lluor '. .: Atable — a broken... | |
 | Grace Webster - 1845 - 910 oldal
...out upon his long journey. CHAPTER III. A bed of straw, A crust of bread — and rags, That shattered roof — and this naked floor, A table — a broken...— my shadow I thank For sometimes falling there ! PUNCH. THE miser's hut was on a moor, and so low that at a little distance it appeared but as a slight... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 558 oldal
...O God ! that bread should be so dear, And flesh and blood so cheap ! " Work — work — work ! My labour never flags ; And what are its wages ? A bed of straw, A crust of bread — and rags : A- shatter'd roof — and this naked floor — A table — a broken chair — And a wall so blank... | |
 | Thomas Hood - 1845 - 434 oldal
...! that bread should be so dear, And flesh and blood so cheap ! " Work — work — work ! My labor never flags ; And what are its wages ? A bed of straw, A crust of bread — and rags : A shattered roof — and this naked floor — A table — a broken chair — And a wall so blank... | |
 | Thomas Hood - 1845 - 442 oldal
...! that bread should be so dear, And flesh and blood so cheap ! " Work — work — work ! My labor never flags ; And what are its wages ? A bed of straw, A crust of bread — and rags : A shattered roof — and this naked floor — A table — a broken chair — And a wall so blank... | |
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