 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 he...  The Children's journal - Сторінка 208Повний перегляд - Докладніше про цю книгу
 | 1844 - 454 стор.
...makes his heart rejoice. 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...Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close ; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose. Thanks, thanks to thee,... | |
 | 1841 - 754 стор.
...him like her mother's voice, Singing in 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, sorrowing, Onward through life he goes ; Each morning sees some... | |
 | 1840 - 566 стор.
...makes his heart rejoice. 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 from out hia eyes. m. Toiling — rejoicing —sorrowing — Onward through life he ;;oes : Each morning... | |
 | 1840 - 560 стор.
...makes his neart rejoico. 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 from out his eyes. Til. Toiling — rejoicing —sorrowing — Onward through life he goes : Each morning... | |
 | 1840 - 576 стор.
...like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise ! 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 —sorrowing — Onward through life he goes : Each morning... | |
 | Charles Dickens, William Harrison Ainsworth, Albert Smith - 1841 - 710 стор.
...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, sorrowing, Onward through...Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close ; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose. Thanks ! thanks to thee,... | |
 | 1841 - 744 стор.
...him like her mother's voice, Singing in 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, sorrowing, Onward through life he goes ; Each morning sees some... | |
 | 1856 - 1026 стор.
...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 and preach...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 be wrought;... | |
 | 1842 - 610 стор.
...makes his heart rejoice. 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;...Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close ; Something attempted — something done Has earned a night's repose. Thanks, thanks to thee,... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1842 - 148 стор.
...makes his heart rejoice. 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...Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close ; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose. Thanks, thanks to thee,... | |
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