 | C. P. Bronson - 1845 - 330 páginas
...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 —...through life he goes: Each morning — sees some task begin, Each evening — sees it close ; Something attempted — something done, Has earned a night's... | |
 | C. P. Bronson - 1845 - 396 páginas
...once more, How in the grave she iies ; And with his hard — rough hand he wipes A tear from out hid eyes. 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... | |
 | William Russell, John Goldsbury - 1845 - 292 páginas
...more, How in the grave she lies ; And with his hard rough hand he wipes The tears out of his eyfen 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.... | |
 | Timothy Shay Arthur - 1845 - 908 páginas
...her once more, How in the grave she lies ; And with his hard rou^h hand he wipe* ARTHUR'S MAGAZINE. " Toiling — rejoicing — sorrowing', Onward through life he goes ; Each morning sees some tails begin, Each evening sees it close ; ¡Something attempted, something done, Has earned & night's... | |
 | William Chambers, Robert Chambers - 1846 - 934 páginas
...forge, And hear the bellows roar, And catch the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a thrashing floor. He goes on Sunday to the church, And sits among...through life he goes ; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees its close : Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose.... | |
 | 1846 - 620 páginas
...countryman Longfellow must have had you in his brain, when he painted the picture of his .blacksmith. 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... | |
 | Spring flowers, S. P. - 1849 - 178 páginas
...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 some task begun, Each evening sees it close; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose.... | |
 | 1850 - 560 páginas
...within, — and God o'er head ;" and which gives a zest to the existence of his " Village Blacksmith;" " Toiling — rejoicing — sorrowing — Onward through life he goes ; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close ; Something attempted — something done, Hath earned a night's repose."... | |
 | Edward Payson Weston - 1849 - 200 páginas
...she lies ; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes. THE VILLAGE BLACKSMITH. Ill 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.... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1850 - 500 páginas
...and black, and long, His face is like the tan ; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For...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.... | |
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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 her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise!... 
