 | 1844 - 454 pàgines
...the burning sparks that fly, Like chaff from a threshing floor. He goes on Sunday to the church, And sits among his boys ; He hears the parson pray and...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... | |
 | 1841 - 754 pàgines
...the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a threshing-floor. He goes on Sunday to the church, And sits among his boys ; He hears the parson pray and...in Paradise ! He needs must think 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,... | |
 | 1840 - 560 pàgines
...preach, He hears hie daughter's voice, Singing in the village choir, And it makes his neart rejoico. 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. Til. Toiling... | |
 | 1840 - 566 pàgines
...the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a threshing-floor. He goes on Sunday to the church, And sits among his boys; He hears the parson pray and preach, He hears his daughter s voice, Singing in the village choir. And it makes his heart rejoice. It sounds to him like... | |
 | 1840 - 576 pàgines
...the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a threshing-floor. He goes on Sunday to the church, And sits among his boys; He hears the parson pray and preach, He hears his daughter s voice, Singing in the village choir. And it makes his neart rejoice. It sounds to him like... | |
 | 1841 - 744 pàgines
...the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a threshing-floor. He goes on Sunday to the church, And sits among his boys ; He hears the parson pray and...in Paradise ! He needs must think 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,... | |
 | 1842 - 610 pàgines
...the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a threshing-floor. He goes on Sunday to the church, And sits among his boys ; He hears the parson pray and...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 —... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1842 - 638 pàgines
...the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a threshing-floor. He goes on Sunday to the chureh, And sits among his boys ; He hears the parson pray and...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 eyeg. Toiling... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1842 - 148 pàgines
...the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a threshing floor. He goes on Sunday to the church, And sits among his boys ; He hears the parson pray and...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,... | |
 | 1856 - 1026 pàgines
...the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a thrashing floor. He goes on Sunday to the church, And sits among his boys; He hears the parson pray and...like her mother's voice Singing in Paradise! He needs mnst think of her once more, How in the grave she lies ; And with his hard rough hand he wipes A tear... | |
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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. 
