It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise ! He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies ; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes. Toiling, — rejoicing, — sorrowing, Onward through life... The Blue Poetry Book - 26. oldalSzerkesztette: - 1896 - 264 oldalTeljes nézet - Információ erről a könyvről
| 1876 - 818 oldal
...curse of labour : — '- Thauks — thanks to thee.'my worthy friend, For the lesson thou hast taught t Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must...sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought." Lat us be content to retain "The Village Blacksmith " as a sort of fossil embodied in brilliant amber.... | |
| 1844 - 454 oldal
...once more, How in the grave she lies ; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes. Toiling — rejoicing — sorrowing, Onward through...sounding anvil shaped, Each burning deed and thought ! GARDENING HINTS FOR FEBRUARY. HOTHOUSES, CONSERYATORIES, &C. Conservatory. — Where forced flowers... | |
| 1840 - 566 oldal
...— Onward through life he ;;oes : Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close j Something attempted — something done, Has earned...flaming forge of Life, Our fortunes must be wrought, EXTRACT FROM A NOTE-BOOK. OUR nice travelling chariot, with all its trunks, cases, pockets, down-cushions,... | |
| 1840 - 576 oldal
...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 through...attempted — something done, Has earned a night's repose. VIII. Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend, For the lesson thou hast taught ! Thus at the flaming... | |
| 1841 - 744 oldal
...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 life...friend, For the lesson thou hast taught ! Thus at the sounding forge of Life Our fortunes must be wrought, Thus on its sounding anvil shaped, Each burning... | |
| Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1842 - 144 oldal
...once more, How in the grave she lies ; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes. Toiling, — rejoicing, — sorrowing, Onward through...sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought ! ENDYMION. THE rising moon has hid the stars ; Her level rays, like golden bars., Lie on the landscape... | |
| Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1842 - 638 oldal
...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...flaming forge of Life Our fortunes must be wrought, 300 301 EXCELSIOR. THE shades of night were falling fast, As through an Alpine village pass'd A youth,... | |
| 1842 - 610 oldal
...once more, How in the grave she lies; And with his hard rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes. Toiling — rejoicing — sorrowing — Onward through...my worthy friend, For the lesson thou hast taught 1 Thus at the flaming forge of Life Our fortunes must be wrought, Thus on its sounding anvil shaped... | |
| 1856 - 1026 oldal
...earned a night's repose. Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy frieud, For the lesson thou hast taught 1 Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must...sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought I LONGFELLOW. AKATANGI, THE BELL-RINGER OF ERROMANGA. IN the year 1840, I was one day sitting in my... | |
| 1843 - 678 oldal
...once more, How in the grave she lies ; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes. Toiling, — rejoicing, — sorrowing, Onward through...sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought !" "THE BEGGAR. A beggar through the world am I, From place to place I wander by ; Fill up my pilgrim's... | |
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