 King, and royal craftsmen we ; Strike in, strike in, the sparks begin to dull their rustling red!" Our hammers ring with sharper din, our work will soon be sped ; Our anchor soon must change his bed of fiery rich array...  Noctes Ambrosianæ - 34. oldalszerző: John Wilson - 1863Teljes nézet - Információ erről a könyvről
 | 1832 - 524 oldal
...rruves his head, as though he said, * Fear nothing — bere am I !* Swing in your strokes in order ; let foot and hand keep time, Your blows make music sweeter...than any steeple's chime ; But while ye swing your ttedges, sing ; and let the burthen be, The Anchor is the Anvil King, and royal craftsmen we 1 Strike... | |
 | 1832 - 526 oldal
...foot and hand Veep timp, Your blows make mosic sweeter far than any steeple's chime ; But while yc swing your sledges, sing ; and let the burthen be, The Anchor is the Anvil King, and rojal craftsmen we I Strike In, strike in — the sparks begin to dull thetr rustling red ; Our hammers... | |
 | 1837 - 538 oldal
...moves his head, as though he said, " Fear notliing — here ami!" Swing in your strokes in order, let foot and hand keep time, Your blows make music sweeter...But while ye swing your sledges, sing ; and let the burden be, The Anchor is the Anvil King, und royal craftsmen we ! Strike in, strike in, the sparks... | |
 | sir Charles Gavan Duffy - 1845 - 262 oldal
...moves his head, as tho' he said, " Fear nothing— here am I." Swing in your strokes in order, let foot and hand keep time; Your blows make music sweeter far than any steeple's But, while you sling your sledges, sing—and let the burthen be, The anchor is the anvil king, and... | |
 | 1847 - 334 oldal
...moves his head, as though he said, " Fear nothing— here ara 1 1~ Swing in your strokes in order, let foot and hand keep time, Your blows make music sweeter...But while ye swing your sledges, sing ; and let the burden be( The Anchor is the Anvil King, and royal craftsmen we! Strike in, strike in, the sparks begin... | |
 | English poetry - 1853 - 552 oldal
...moves his head, as though he said, " Fear nothing, here am I ! " Swing in your strokes in order, let foot and hand keep time, Your blows make music sweeter...But while ye swing your sledges, sing ; and let the burden be, " The Anchor is the Anvil King, and royal craftsmen we ; Strike in, strike in, the sparks... | |
 | John Wilson, John Gibson Lockhart - 1854 - 494 oldal
...moves his head, as though he said, " Fear nothing—here am 1!" Swing in your strokes in order; let foot and hand keep time, Your blows make music sweeter far than any steeple's chime; 4 But while ye swing your sledges, sing ; and let the burthen be, The anchor is the anvil king, and... | |
 | Edward Hayes (collector of ballads) - 1856 - 442 oldal
...moves his head, as tho' he said, " Fear nothing — here am I." Swing in your strokes in order, let foot and hand keep time ; Your blows make music sweeter far than any steeple's chime. But while you sling your sledges, sing — and let the burthen be, The anchor is the anvil king, and royal craftsmen... | |
 | Half hours - 1856 - 676 oldal
...moves his head, as tho' he said, " Fear nothing — here am I." Swing in your strokes in order, let foot and hand keep time ; Your blows make music sweeter far than any steeple's chime. But, while you sling your sledges, sing — and let the burden bo, The anchor is the anvil king, and royal craftsmen... | |
 | Edward Hayes - 1856 - 396 oldal
...moves his head, as tho' he said, " Fear nothing — here am I ! " Swing in your strokes in order, let foot and hand keep time ; Your blows make music sweeter far than any steeple's chime. But while you sling your sledges, sing — tad let the burden be, The anchor is the anvil king, and royal craftsmen... | |
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