 | 1843 - 832 страници
...pale as gnow. For, all day, we drag our hurden tiring, Through the coal-dark underground — Or, all day, we drive the wheels of iron In the factories, round and round. " All day long, the wheels are droning, turning — Their wind comes in our faces 1 Till our hearts... | |
 | 1843 - 1380 страници
...pale as snow. For, all day, we drag our burden tiring, Through the coal-dark underground — Or, all day, we drive the wheels of iron In the factories, round and round. " All day long, the wheels are droning, turning — Their wind comes in our faces ! Till our hearts... | |
 | 1844 - 648 страници
...time others of her writings have Ъееп by that means widely circulated through the United States. " All day, the wheels are droning, turning,— Their...heads, with pulses burning, And the walls turn in their placesTurns the slcy in the high window blank and reeling — Turns the long light that droppeth down... | |
 | Daniel Kimball Whitaker, Milton Clapp, William Gilmore Simms, James Henley Thornwell - 1845 - 562 страници
...pale as snow, For, all day, we drag our burden tiring, Through the coal-dark underground, — Or, all day, we drive the wheels of iron In the factories,...window blank and reeling, — Turns the long light thatdroppeth down the wall,Turn the black flies that crawl along the ceiling, — All are turning,... | |
 | University magazine - 1845 - 772 страници
...pale as snow. For, all day, we drag our burden tiring, Through the coal-dark, underground — Or, all day, we drive the wheels of iron In the factories,...round. " For, all day, the wheels are droning, turning — Thuir wind comes in our faces — * Poems by Elizabeth Barrett Barrett, author of the " Seraphim,"... | |
 | 1846 - 588 страници
...ceaseless uniformity of revolution. ' — All day, the wheels are droning, turning, — Their wind cornea in our faces, — Till our hearts turn, — our heads,...Turns the sky in the high window blank and reeling — Tunis the long light that droppeth down the wall — Turn the black flies that crawl along the... | |
 | 1846 - 302 страници
...day long the wheels are droning, turning, Their wind comes in our faces ! Till our hearts turn, and our heads with pulses burning, And the walls turn...window blank and reeling, Turns the long light that droopeth down the wall, Turn the black flies that crawl along the ceiling, All are turning all the... | |
 | 1846 - 592 страници
...all is hard order and method, change without variety, and ceaseless uniformity of revolution. ' — All day, the wheels are droning, turning, — Their...turn, — our heads, with pulses burning, And the walla turn in their places — Turns the sky in the high window blank and reeling — Turns the long... | |
 | 1846 - 308 страници
...as pale as snow; For all day, we drag our burden tiring, Through the coal-dark underground, Or, all day, we drive the wheels of iron In the factories round and round. All day long the wheels are droning, turning, Their wind comes in our faces ! Till our hearts turn,... | |
 | John Spence (jr.), Young physician - 1847 - 160 страници
...factory life, which I transcribe at the risk of being tedious and lengthy in these extracts : "All day, we drive the wheels of iron In the factories, round and round ; All day long, the wheels are droning, turning — Their wind comes in our faces ! Till our hearts... | |
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And, underneath our heavy eyelids drooping, The reddest flower would look as pale as snow. For all day we drag our burden tiring Through the coal-dark, underground; Or all day we drive the wheels of iron In the factories, round and round. 
