 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. Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend, For the lesson...  The Household Book of Poetry - Pàgina 597per Charles Anderson Dana - 1878 - 28 pàginesVisualització completa - Sobre aquest llibre
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...choir, And it 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...sounding anvil shaped, Each burning deed and thought ! GARDENING HINTS FOR FEBRUARY. HOTHOUSES, CONSERYATORIES, &C. Conservatory. — Where forced flowers... | |
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...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...friend, For the lesson thou hast taught ! Thus at the sounding forge of Life Our fortunes must be wrought, Thus on its sounding anvil shaped, Each burning... | |
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...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...friend, For the lesson thou hast taught ! Thus at the sounding forge of Life Our fortunes must be wrought, Thus on its sounding anvil shaped, Each burning... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1842 - 148 pàgines
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...choir, And it 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...my worthy friend, For the lesson thou hast taught 1 Thus at the flaming forge of Life Our fortunes must be wrought, Thus on its sounding anvil shaped... | |
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...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...flaming forge of Life Our fortunes must be wrought, 300 301 EXCELSIOR. THE shades of night were falling fast, As through an Alpine village pass'd A youth,... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1843 - 570 pàgines
...choir, And it 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...sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought ! ENDYMION. THE rising moon has hid the stars ; Her level rays, like golden bars, Lie on the landscape... | |
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...choir, And it makes his heart rejoice. It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise I He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave...sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought !" "THE REGGAR. A beggar through the world am I, From place to place I wander by ; Fill up my pilgrim's... | |
 | 1843 - 678 pàgines
...makes his heart rejoice. It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise ! He needs most think of her once more, How in the grave she lies...sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought !" "THE BEGGAR. A beggar through the world am I, From place to place I wander by ; Fill up my pilgrim's... | |
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...sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close ; Something attempted — something done, Has earn'da night's repose. Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy...sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought. SUNSET IN SEPTEMBER. BY CAKLOS WII.COX. THE sun now rests upon the mountain tops — Begins to sink... | |
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