 | 1840 - 566 oldal
...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...lies ; And with his hard rough hand he wipes A tear from out hia eyes. m. Toiling — rejoicing —sorrowing — Onward through life he ;;oes : Each morning... | |
 | 1840 - 560 oldal
...preach, He hears hie daughter's voice, Singing in the village choir, And it makes his neart rejoico. It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing...lies ; And with his hard rough hand he wipes A tear from out his eyes. Til. Toiling — rejoicing —sorrowing — Onward through life he goes : Each morning... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1842 - 638 oldal
...cateh the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a threshing-floor. He goes on Sunday to the chureh, And sits among his boys ; He hears the parson pray...with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyeg. Toiling — rejoicing — sorrowing — Onward through life he goes : Each morning sees some... | |
 | 1856 - 1026 oldal
...makes his heart rejoice. It sounds to him like her mother's voice Singing in Paradise! He needs mnst think of her once more, How in the grave she lies...Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees its close : Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose. Thanks, thanks to thee,... | |
 | John Keese - 1842 - 336 oldal
...daughter's voice, Singing in the village choir, And it makes his heart rejoice. THE VILLAGE BLACKSMITH. 37 It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing...lies ; And with his hard rough hand he wipes A tear from out his eyes. Toiling — rejoicing — sorrowing — Onward through life he goes : Each morning... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1843 - 278 oldal
...sinewy hands ; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands. 82 THE VILLAGE BLACKSMITH. His hair is crisp, and black, and long ; His face...hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes. SUNSET IN SEPTEMBER. S3 Toiling — rejoicing — sorrowing — Onward through life he goes : Each... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1843 - 280 oldal
...bands, 82 THE VILLAGE BLACKSMITH. His hair is crisp, and black, and long ; His face is like the tan j His brow is wet with honest sweat ; He earns whate'er...hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes. SUNSET IN SEPTEMBERi 83 Toiling — rejoicing^sorrowing — Onward through life he goes : Each morning... | |
 | 1843 - 184 oldal
...He goes on Sunday to the church, And sits among his boys ; He hears the parson pray and preach, And he hears his daughter's voice Singing in the village...she lies ; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes The tears out of his eyes. Toiling — rej oicing — sorrowing, Onward through life he goes ; Each... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1844 - 136 oldal
...And hear the bellows roar, And catch the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a thrashing-floor. He goes on Sunday to the church. And sits among his...life he goes : Each morning sees some task begin, Something attempted— something done, Has earned a night's repose. Thanks, thanks to thee,my worthy... | |
 | The Mirror of Literature,Amusement,and Instruction.New Series.VOL.V - 1844 - 440 oldal
...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...rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes. Toiling — rej oicing — sorrowing, Onward tbrough life he goes ; Each morning sees some task begin, Each... | |
| |
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!... 
