 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...  American Monthly Knickerbocker - Сторінка 4191840Повний перегляд - Докладніше про цю книгу
 | Children - 1859 - 198 стор.
...lies ; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear from out his eyes. Toiling, — rej oicing, — sorrowing, — Onward through life he goes ; Each...it close ; Something attempted, something done, Has earn'da night's repose. Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend, For the lesson thou hast taught !... | |
 | Harriet Parr - 1859 - 350 стор.
...Good-bye," and obeyed. They had never parted so coldly before. CHAPTER THE SIXTH. FROM DAY TO DAY. " TOILING, rejoicing, sorrowing, Onward through life he goes; Each morning sees some task begun, Each evening sees its close; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose."... | |
 | George Stillman Hillard - 1859 - 202 стор.
...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 goes ; Each morning sees some task begun, Each evening sees its close ; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose.... | |
 | Cecilia Lucy Brightwell - 1859 - 296 стор.
...JABKlNGnr.N STPHKli M.'W TOItiv: 66, \\AI-K1iIl •'. 185». AND THE WORKSHOP. BY CL BEIGHTWELL. •' Toiling, rejoicing, sorrowing, Onward through life he goes ; Each morning sees some task begun, Each evening sees it close : Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose."... | |
 | Harvey Marriott - 1859 - 284 стор.
...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 goes ; Each morning sees some task begun, Each evening sees it close ; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose.... | |
 | 1859 - 852 стор.
...of the mothers of our land. From The Christian Ob»rrer. GILBERT HUNT. BY PHILIP BARRETT. Toiline, rejoicing, sorrowing, Onward through life he goes; Each morning sees some task begun, Each evening sees it close; Something attempted, something done. Has earned a night's repose.... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1860 - 506 стор.
...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...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 forge... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1860 - 514 стор.
...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...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 forge... | |
 | William M. Thayer - 1860 - 358 стор.
...beat and slow, Like a sexton ringing the village bell, When the evening sun was low. »«»»»» " Toiling, — rejoicing, — sorrowing, Onward through...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 forge... | |
 | J. C. - 1860 - 196 стор.
...ouce more, How in the grave she lies ; And with his hard 11 ntgh hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes. Toiling, rejoicing, sorrowing, Onward through life...Each morning sees some task begin. Each evening sees its close ; Something attempted, something done, Has earn'da night's repose. Thanks, thanks to thee,... | |
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