| 1844 - 454 páginas
...Aid hear the bellows roar, And catch the burning sparks that fly, Like chaff from a threshing floor. He goes on Sunday to the church, And sits among his...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 páginas
...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 páginas
...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 páginas
...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 páginas
...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,... | |
| 1842 - 610 páginas
...acheiving, still pursuing, Learn to labour and to wait. The Village Blacksmith. Under a spreading chesnut tree The village smithy stands ; The smith, a mighty...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,... | |
| Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1842 - 148 páginas
...And hear the bellows roar, And catch the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a threshing floor. He goes on Sunday to the church, And sits among his...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 páginas
...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,... | |
| Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1843 - 558 páginas
...whole world in the face, For he owes not any man. Week in, week out, from morn till night, You can hoar his bellows blow ; You can hear him swing his heavy...Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close ; Something attempted — something done, Has earned a night's repose. Thanks, thanks to thec,... | |
| Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1843 - 570 páginas
...And hear the bellows roar, And catch the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a threshing floor. He goes on Sunday to the church, And sits among his...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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