 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1852 - 256 str.
...And hear the bellows 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...the village choir, And it makes his heart rejoice. He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies ; And with his hard, rough hand he... | |
 | 1853 - 158 str.
...evening sun is low. And children coming home from school Look in at the open door; They love to see the flaming forge, And hear the bellows roar, And catch...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 sees... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1853 - 496 str.
...They love to see thg flaming forge, Arid hear the bellows roar, And catch the burning sparks that fly He goes on Sunday to the church. And sits among his...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... | |
 | William Holmes McGuffey - 1853 - 492 str.
...hear the bellows roar\ And catch the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a threshing-floor. 5. He goes, on Sunday, to the church, And sits among...the village choir, And it makes his heart rejoice. 0. It sounds to him like her mother's voice. Singing in Paradise*"! He needs must think of her once... | |
 | David W. Bartlett - 1853 - 352 str.
...singing the hymns of Walts. We remembered Longfellow's touching picture of the village blacksmith : " He goes on Sunday to the church, And sits among his...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... | |
 | S. Herbert Lancey - 1854 - 338 str.
...threshing floor. 16 HENRY W. LONGFELLOW. He goes on Sunday to the church, And sits among his boys ; lie hears the parson pray and preach, He hears his daughter's...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... | |
 | Theodore Alors W. Buckley - 1854 - 332 str.
...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 his...daughter's voice Singing in the village choir, And it makes hislieart rejoice. It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise ! He needs must think... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1855 - 568 str.
...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 his...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... | |
 | Charlotte Phillips - 1855 - 188 str.
...And hear the bellows 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...his daughter's voice Singing in the village choir, It sounds to him like her mother's voice Singing in paradise ; He needs must think of her once more... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1855 - 264 str.
...And hear the bellows roar, And catch the burning sparks that fly lake char! from a t&eshing floor. He goes on Sunday to the church, And sits among his...his daughter's voice Singing in the village choir ; It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise ! He needs must think of her once more,... | |
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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... 
