 | 1844 - 454 oldal
...catch the burning sparks that fly, Like chaff from a threshing floor. He goes on Sunday to the church, And sits among his boys ; He hears the parson pray...lies ; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes. Toiling — rejoicing — sorrowing, Onward through life he goes ; Each morning sees... | |
 | 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... | |
 | 1840 - 576 oldal
...pray and preach, He hears his daughter s voice, Singing in the village choir. And it makes his neart rejoice. It sounds to him like her mother's voice,...! He needs must think 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... | |
 | 1841 - 744 oldal
...catch the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a threshing-floor. He goes on Sunday to the church, And sits among his boys ; He hears the parson pray...Paradise ! He needs must think 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,... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1842 - 638 oldal
...Look in at the open door ; They love to see the flaming forge, And hear the bellows roar, And cateh the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a threshing-floor....lies ; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyeg. Toiling — rejoicing — sorrowing — Onward through life he goes : Each morning... | |
 | 1842 - 610 oldal
...catch the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a threshing-floor. He goes on Sunday to the church, And sits among his boys ; He hears the parson pray...lies; And with his hard rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes. Toiling — rejoicing — sorrowing — Onward through life he goes : Each morning... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1842 - 148 oldal
...catch the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a threshing floor. He goes on Sunday to the church, And sits among his boys ; He hears the parson pray...lies ; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes. Toiling, — rejoicing, — sorrowing, Onward through life he goes ; Each morning... | |
 | 1856 - 1026 oldal
...catch the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a thrashing floor. He goes on Sunday to the church, And sits among his boys; He hears the parson pray...like her mother's voice Singing in Paradise! He needs mnst think of her once more, How in the grave she lies ; And with his hard rough hand he wipes A tear... | |
 | John Keese - 1842 - 336 oldal
...catch the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a threshing-floor. He goes on Sunday to the church, And sits among his boys ; He hears the parson pray...the village choir, And it makes his heart rejoice. THE VILLAGE BLACKSMITH. 37 It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise ! He needs... | |
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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. 
