 | 1876 - 818 str.
...curse of labour : — '- Thauks — thanks to thee.'my worthy friend, For the lesson thou hast taught t Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought ; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought." Lat us be content to retain "The... | |
 | 1844 - 454 str.
...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...attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose. Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend, For the lesson thou hast taught ! Thus, at the flaming forge... | |
 | 1841 - 754 str.
...him like her mother's voice, Singing 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, rejoicing, sorrowing, Onward through life he goes ; Each morning sees some... | |
 | 1840 - 560 str.
...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 — rejoicing —sorrowing — Onward through life he goes : Each morning... | |
 | 1840 - 566 str.
...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 hia eyes. m. Toiling — rejoicing —sorrowing — Onward through life he ;;oes : Each morning... | |
 | Royal Agricultural Society of England - 1879 - 1154 str.
...accommodation was insufficient, having to work early and late : " Each morning finds her task begun, Kach evening sees it close, Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose." It is not a part of our duty to say whether the same work under a skilful manager could not be more... | |
 | 1840 - 576 str.
...like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise ! He needs must think 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 through life he goes : Each morning... | |
 | Charles Dickens, William Harrison Ainsworth, Albert Smith - 1841 - 710 str.
...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...attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose. Thanks ! thanks to thee, my worthy friend, For the lesson thou hast taught ! Thus at the sounding forge... | |
 | 1841 - 744 str.
...him like her mother's voice, Singing 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, rejoicing, sorrowing, Onward through life he goes ; Each morning sees some... | |
 | 1842 - 610 str.
...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...attempted — something done Has earned a night's repose. Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend, For the lesson thou hast taught 1 Thus at the flaming forge... | |
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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. Toiling, — rejoicing, — sorrowing, Onward through life... 
