 | Edward Hayes (collector of ballads) - 1856 - 442 pàgines
...save when ye pitch sky high ; Then moves his head, as tho' he said, " Fear nothing — here am I." Swing in your strokes in order, let foot and hand...music sweeter far than any steeple's chime. But while you sling your sledges, sing — and let the burthen be, The anchor is the anvil king, and royal craftsmen... | |
 | Half hours - 1856 - 676 pàgines
...save when ye pitch sky high ; Then moves his head, as tho' he said, " Fear nothing — here am I." Swing in your strokes in order, let foot and hand...music sweeter far than any steeple's chime. But, while you sling your sledges, sing — and let the burden bo, The anchor is the anvil king, and royal craftsmen... | |
 | Edward Hayes - 1856 - 396 pàgines
...save when ye pitch sky high ; Then moves his head, as tho' he said, " Fear nothing — here am I ! " Swing in your strokes in order, let foot and hand...music sweeter far than any steeple's chime. But while you sling your sledges, sing — tad let the burden be, The anchor is the anvil king, and royal craftsmen... | |
 | Charles William Smith (professor of elocution.) - 1857 - 338 pàgines
...save when ye pitch sky high, Then moves his head, as though he said, "Fear nothing — here am I !" Swing in your strokes in order, let foot and hand...in, the sparks begin to dull their rustling red! Our hammers ring with sharper din, our work will soon be sped; Our anchor soon must change his bed of fiery... | |
 | Edward Hayes - 1857 - 456 pàgines
...sweeter far than any steeple's chime. But while you sling your sledges, sing — and let the burthen be, The anchor is the anvil king, and royal craftsmen...the sparks begin to dull their rustling red ; Our hammers ring with sharper din, our work will soon be sped. Our anchor soon must change his bed of fiery... | |
 | Epes Sargent - 1857 - 444 pàgines
...save when ye pitch sky-high ; Then moves his head, as though he said, " Fear nothing ; here am I ! " Swing in your strokes in order — let foot and hand keep time ! Youi1 blows make music sweeter far than any steeple's chime ; But while ye swing your sledges, sing... | |
 | Amusing poetry - 1857 - 266 pàgines
...save when ye pitch sky-high, Then moves his head, as though he said, " Fear nothing — here am I ! " Swing in your strokes in order, let foot and hand keep time, Tour blows make music sweeter far than any steeple's chime ! But while ye swing your sledges, sing... | |
 | Robert Aris Willmott, Evert Augustus Duyckinck - 1858 - 642 pàgines
...save when ye pitch sky high, Then moves his head, as though he said, "Fear nothing — here am I!" Swing in your strokes in order; let foot and hand...the sparks begin to dull their rustling red ; Our hammers ring with sharper din, our work will soon be sped : Our anchor soon must change his bed of... | |
 | Robert Aris Willmott, Evert Augustus Duyckinck - 1858 - 644 pàgines
...as though he said, "Fear nothing — here am I!" Swing in your strokes in order; let foot and Land keep time, Your blows make music sweeter far than...the sparks begin to dull their rustling red ; Our hammers ring with sharper din, our work will soon be sped : Our anchor soon must change his bed of... | |
 | Samuel Lover - 1858 - 394 pàgines
...save when ye pitch sky high ; Then moves his head, as tho' he said, " Fear nothing — here am I." Swing in your strokes in order, let foot and hand...music sweeter far than any steeple's chime. But, while you sling your sledges, sing — and let the burthen be, The anchor is the anvil king, and royal craftsmen... | |
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But while ye swing your sledges, sing ; and let the burden be, " The Anchor is the Anvil King, and royal craftsmen we ; Strike in, strike in, the sparks begin to dull their rustling red!" Our hammers ring with sharper din, our work will soon be sped ;... 
