 | 1844 - 454 стор.
...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 —...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,... | |
 | 1840 - 576 стор.
...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...Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close ; Something attempted — something done, Has earned a night's repose. VIII. Thanks, thanks... | |
 | 1840 - 560 стор.
...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...Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close ; Something attempted — something done, Has earned a night's repose. VIII. Thanks, thanks... | |
 | 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.
...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,... | |
 | 1856 - 1026 стор.
...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 out of his eyes. Toiling, rejoicing,...its close : Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose. Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy frieud, For the lesson thou hast taught... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1842 - 148 стор.
...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, —...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,... | |
 | 1842 - 610 стор.
...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 —...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,... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1842 - 638 стор.
...once more, How in the grave she lies ; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyeg. 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,... | |
 | 1843 - 708 стор.
...Paradise I 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, —...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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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. 
