 | 1844 - 454 страници
...Aid 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...sounding anvil shaped, Each burning deed and thought ! GARDENING HINTS FOR FEBRUARY. HOTHOUSES, CONSERYATORIES, &C. Conservatory. — Where forced flowers... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1842 - 148 страници
...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...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... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1842 - 638 страници
...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 страници
...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...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 страници
...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 страници
...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... | |
 | The Mirror of Literature,Amusement,and Instruction.New Series.VOL.V - 1844 - 440 страници
...hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes. Toiling — rej oicing — sorrowing, Onward tbrough life he goes ; Each morning sees some task begin,...sounding anvil shaped, Each burning deed and thought ! GARDENING HINTS FOR FEBRUARY. HOTHOUSES, CONSERVATORIES, &C. Conservatory. — Where forced flowers... | |
 | William Draper Swan - 1845 - 482 страници
...the flaming forge, 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,...sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought. LESSON LXI. EXERCISES IN ARTICULATION. Pla.y, people, peopfd, peopFdst, scruples, scrupFst, open, open'd,... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 538 страници
...hears his daughter's voice, Singing in the village choir, And it makes his heart rejoice. It Bounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise...Thus at the flaming forge of Life Our fortunes must he wrought. Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought. HENRY W. LONGFELLOW. 301... | |
 | William Russell, John Goldsbury - 1845 - 300 страници
...think of her once more, How in the grave she lies ; And with his hard rough hand he wipes The tears out of his eyes. Toiling, — rejoicing, — sorrowing,...sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought ! EXERCISE LXVH. -* SPOTS ON THE SUN -Dr. Dio.k. We err most egregiously, when we attempt to compare... | |
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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... 
