 | 1856 - 1026 oldal
...Elegy." which I hope all of you have read, has summed up such a life in a few lines, where he says, " Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow...How jocund did they drive their team afield ; How bowed the woods beneath their sturdy stroke t Let not ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 738 oldal
...horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. For them no more the blazing hearth shall bum, bowed the woods beneath their sturdy stroke Let not Ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joye,... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 746 oldal
...burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care : No children run to lisp their sire's return, Ur climb intent : And twice she paused, and on its trembling beam (iazed with suspended breath, diil they drive their team a-field! How bowed the woods beneath their sturdy stroke ! Let not Ambition... | |
 | Richard Green Parker - 1845 - 456 oldal
...No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Nor busy housewife ply her evening care ; No children...How jocund did they drive their team afield ! How bowed the woods beneath their sturdy stroke. Let not Ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely... | |
 | Richard Green Parker - 1845 - 454 oldal
...burn, Nor busy housewife ply her evening care ; No children run to lisp their sire's return, <>r climb his knees the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest...How jocund did they drive their team afield ! How bowed the woods beneath their sturdy stroke. Let not Ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1845 - 92 oldal
...care ; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees, the envied kiss to share. VII. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield ; Their...! How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke ! . . NEW YOKK VIII. Let not Ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure... | |
 | John Hall Hindmarsh - 1845 - 464 oldal
...No children ru'n/ to lisp' their sire's retur'n, Or climb his kn'ees/ the envied ki'ss/ to shar e. Oft did the harvest/ to their si'ckle yiel'd ; Their...How jocund did they driv'e/ their team a-field ! How bowed the w'oods/ beneath their st'urdy stro'ke ! Let not ambiti'on/ mock their useful to'il, Their... | |
 | 1846 - 436 oldal
...no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care ; Nor children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied...glebe has broke ; How jocund did they drive their teams afield ! How bowed the woods beneath their sturdy strobe ! Let not ambition mock their useful... | |
 | James Sheridan Knowles - 1847 - 344 oldal
...tree's shade, Where heaves the turf in many a mould'ring heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow...! How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke 1 Let not ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure ; Nor grandeur hear... | |
 | Timothy Dwight Sprague - 1847 - 408 oldal
...but now there is a fresh grave beside him, and we miss another sun-burned brow and stalwart form ; " Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow...broke, How jocund did they drive their team afield, How bowed the woods beneath their sturdy stroke!" But now they are laid cold — powerless — silent,... | |
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The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife... 
