 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1843 - 280 str.
...roar. And catch 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...she lies ; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes. SUNSET IN SEPTEMBERi 83 Toiling — rejoicing^sorrowing — Onward through... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1843 - 558 str.
...roar, And catch 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...she lies ; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes. Toiling — rejoicing — sorrowing — Onward through life he goes : Each... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1843 - 570 str.
...roar, And catch 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...she lies ; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes. Toiling, — rejoicing, — sorrowing, Onward through life he goes ; Each morning... | |
 | 1843 - 184 str.
...He goes on Sunday to the church, And sits among his boys ; He hears the parson pray and preach, And he hears his daughter's voice Singing in the village...she lies ; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes The tears out of his eyes. Toiling — rej oicing — sorrowing, Onward through life he goes ; Each... | |
 | 1843 - 678 str.
...roar. And catch 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...her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise ! He needs most think of her once more, How in the grave she lies ; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear... | |
 | 1843 - 708 str.
...roar. And catch 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...to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise I He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies ; And with his hard, rough hand he... | |
 | The Mirror of Literature,Amusement,and Instruction.New Series.VOL.V - 1844 - 440 str.
...And catch 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...she lies ; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes. Toiling — rej oicing — sorrowing, Onward tbrough life he goes ; Each morning... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1844 - 136 str.
...roar, And catch 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...grave she lies; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes. Toiling — rejoicing — sorrowing — Onward through life he goes : Each... | |
 | Charles Fenno Hoffman, Lewis Gaylord Clark, Timothy Flint, Kinahan Cornwallis, John Holmes Agnew - 1844 - 634 str.
...whatc'cr he can,' etc. And then again: 1 He goes on Sunday to the Church, ' ' - And site among the boys ; He hears the parson pray and preach, He hears his daughter's voice Singing in the gallery, And it makes his heart rejoice.' SEATSHIELD: ' PINDAR, Sir, has expressed a great truth; but... | |
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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. 
