 | 1844 - 454 стор.
...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...Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose. Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend, For the lesson thou hast taught ! Thus, at the flaming... | |
 | 1841 - 754 стор.
...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...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,... | |
 | 1840 - 566 стор.
...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...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.
...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 стор.
...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... | |
 | 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...Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose. Thanks ! thanks to thee, my worthy friend, For the lesson thou hast taught ! Thus at the sounding... | |
 | 1841 - 744 стор.
...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...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,... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1842 - 144 стор.
...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...Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose. Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend, For the lesson thou hast taught ! Thus at the flaming... | |
 | 1842 - 610 стор.
...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...attempted — something done Has earned a night's repose. Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend, For the lesson thou hast taught 1 Thus at the flaming... | |
 | 1856 - 1026 стор.
...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,... | |
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Toiling, — rejoicing, — sorrowing, Onward through life he goes ; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close ; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose. 
