 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 - Strana 597autor/autoři: Charles Anderson Dana - 1878 - 28 str.Úplné zobrazení - Podrobnosti o knize
 | 1844 - 454 str.
...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... | |
 | John Keese - 1841 - 338 str.
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 | 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...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... | |
 | 1841 - 744 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...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 str.
...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... | |
 | 1842 - 610 str.
...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... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1842 - 638 str.
...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 str.
...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... | |
 | 1843 - 708 str.
...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 str.
...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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