 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1863 - 438 стор.
...endless toil and endeavour ; And to-night I long for rest. Read from some humbler poet, Whose songs gushed from his heart, As showers from the clouds of summer, Or tears from the eyelids start ; Who, through long days of labor, And nights devoid of ease, Still heard in his soul the music Of... | |
 | James Nicholson - 1863 - 246 стор.
...echo Through the corridors of time. " Read from some humbler poet, Whose songs pushed from his he*rt, As showers from the clouds of summer, Or tears from the eyelids start ; " Who. through lonp days of labour, And iiiahts devoid of ease, Still heard in 1m soul the music... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1864 - 712 стор.
...endless toil and "endeavour; And to-night I long for rest. Read from some humbler poet, Whose songs gushed from his heart, As showers from the clouds of summer, Or tears from the eyelids start ; Who, through long days of labour, And nights devoid of ease, Still heard in his soul the music Of... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1865 - 388 стор.
...endless toil and endeavour ; And to-night I long for rest. Read from some humhler poet, Whose songs gushed from his heart. As showers from the clouds of summer, Or tears from the eyelids start ; Who, through long days of lahour, And nights devoid of ease, Still heard in his soul the music Of... | |
 | John Dennis - 1865 - 340 стор.
...endless toil and endeavour ; And to-night I long for rest. " Read from some humbler poet, Whose songs gushed from his heart As showers from the clouds of summer Or tears from the eyelids start. " Who through long days of labour, And nights devoid of ease, Still heard in his soul the music Of... | |
 | Echoes - 1865 - 244 стор.
...and endeavour; And to-night I long for rest. Read from some humbler poet, Whose songs gushed from the heart As showers from the clouds of summer Or tears from the eyelids start ; Who, through long days of labour, And nights devoid of ease, Still heard in his soul the music Of... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1866 - 300 стор.
...Life's endless toil and endeavor; And to-night I long for rest. Read from some humbler poet, Whose songs gushed from his heart, As showers from the clouds of summer, Or tears from the eyelids start ; Who, through long days of labor, And nights devoid of ease, Still heard in his soul the music Such... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1866 - 332 стор.
...endless toil and endeavour ; And to-night I long for rest. Read from some humbler poet, Whose songs gushed from his heart, As showers from the clouds of summer, Or tears from the eyelids start ; Who through long days of labour, And nights devoid of ease, Still heard in his soul the music Of... | |
 | Thomas Cox (Poet.) - 1866 - 100 стор.
...the day's turmoil is over, and who will condescend — " To read from some humble poet, Whose songs gushed from his heart, As showers from the clouds of summer, Or as tears from the eyelids start; Who, through long days of labour, And nights devoid of ease, Still... | |
 | Mary Andrews Denison - 1867 - 372 стор.
...his fingers hurriedly, and touea Of melancholy beauty, died away Upon its strings of sweetness." " Whose song gushed from his heart, As showers from...clouds of summer, Or tears from the eye-lids start." a second mother, you might have added," said Lieutenant Weiss, who, for the last ten minutes had appeared... | |
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Read from some humbler poet. Whose songs gushed from his heart. As showers from the clouds of summer. Or tears from the eyelids start; Who, through long days of labor. 
