 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
 | C. P. Bronson - 1845 - 398 стор.
...his heart rejoice. It rounds lo him. like her mother's voice, Singing — in Paradise! Ho needs musi think of her once more, How in the grave she lies; And wnh his hard- -rough hand he wipei A tear from out hie' eyes. Toiling—rejoicing— sorrowing —... | |
 | 1846 - 620 стор.
...countryman Longfellow must have had you in his brain, when he painted the picture of his .blacksmith. 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. Thanks, thanks to... | |
 | 1864 - 726 стор.
...rejoice : " It sounds to him like her motut:'voice Singing in Paradise ! He needs must think of her t" i more, How in the grave she lies; And with his hard, rough land if wipes A tear out of his eyes. " Toiling, rejoicing, sorrowing, Onwurd through life he goes;... | |
 | 1847 - 828 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...Toiling, rejoicing, sorrowing, Onward through life be goes ; Each morning sees some task begin. Each evening sees its close ; Something attempted, something... | |
 | Joseph Guy - 1849 - 118 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,...hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes. Onward through life he goes; Each morning sees some task begin, Toiling—rej oicing—sorrowing, Each... | |
 | Edward Payson Weston - 1849 - 200 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...hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes. THE VILLAGE BLACKSMITH. Ill Toiling, — rejoicing, — sorrowing, Onward through life he goes ; Each... | |
 | Spring flowers, S. P. - 1849 - 178 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 his eyes. Toiling— rejoicing — sorrowing, Onward through life he goes ; Each morning sees... | |
 | 1850 - 560 стор.
...within, — and God o'er head ;" and which gives a zest to the existence of his " Village Blacksmith;" " Toiling — rejoicing — sorrowing — Onward through...Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close ; Something attempted — something done, Hath earned a night's repose." But this we have... | |
 | Robert Kemp Philp - 430 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, rou«h hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes. Toiling — rejoicing— sorrowing — Onward through... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1850 - 500 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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