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" we are weary, And we cannot run or leap; If we cared for any meadows, it were merely To drop down in them and sleep. Our knees tremble sorely in the stooping, We fall upon our faces, trying to go; And, underneath, our heavy eyelids drooping, The reddest... "
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Blackwood's Magazine, Том 54

1843 - 832 страници
...them and sleep. Our knees tremhle sorely in the stooping — We fall upon our face, trying to go ; And underneath our heavy eyelids drooping, The reddest flower would look as pale as gnow. For, all day, we drag our hurden tiring, Through the coal-dark underground — Or, all day, we...

Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Том 54

1843 - 1380 страници
...them and sleep. Our knees tremble sorely in the stooping — We fall upon our face, trying to go ; And underneath our heavy eyelids drooping, The reddest...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...

The Poems of Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Том 2

Elizabeth Barrett Browning - 1844 - 290 страници
...sorely in the stooping — i day, we drag our burden tiring, Through the coal-dark, underground — uu day, we drive the wheels of iron In the factories,...round. " For, all day, the wheels are droning, turning, — ^ Their wind comes in our faces, — Till our hearts turn, — our heads, with pulses burning,...

Southern Quarterly Review, Том 7

Daniel Kimball Whitaker, Milton Clapp, William Gilmore Simms, James Henley Thornwell - 1845 - 562 страници
...them and sleep. Our knees tremble sorely in the stooping, — We fall upon our faces, trying to go ; And, underneath our heavy eyelids drooping, The reddest...round. "For, all day, the wheels are droning, turning, — Their wind comes in our faces ; Till our hearts turn, — our heads, with pulses burning, And the...

The Poets and Poetry of England, in the Nineteenth Century

Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 558 страници
...trying to go ; And underneath our heavy eyelids drooping, The reddest flowers would look <и pale аз snow ; For all day, we drag our burden tiring. Through...coal-dark underground, Or, all day, we drive the wheels of iror In the factories round and round. " All day long the wheels are droning, turning, Their wind comes...

Voices of the True-hearted

1846 - 302 страници
...down in them and sleep. Our knees tremble sorely in the stooping, We fall on our face trying to go ; And underneath our heavy eyelids drooping, The reddest...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,...

The Poets and Poetry of England: In the Nineteenth Century

Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1846 - 540 страници
...We fall on our face trying to go ; Antl underneath our heavy eyelids drooping, The reddest flowers would look as pale as snow ; For all day, we drag...coal-dark underground, Or, all day, we drive the wheels of iror In the factories round and round. " All day long the wheels are droning, turning. Their wind comes...

Ship and Shore: Or, Pencil Sketches on a Recent Voyage To, and a Tour In ...

John Spence (jr.), Young physician - 1847 - 184 страници
...the penciled beauty of the rose, and value it only as they receive pennies. " For underneath their heavy eyelids drooping, The reddest flower would look as pale as snow." There is another class of men traversing the streets, who look very keen. They are of dark complexion,...

The Poems of Elizabeth Barrett Browning: With Memoir, Etc

Elizabeth Barrett Browning - 1850 - 596 страници
...them and sleep. Our knees tremble sorely in the stooping — We fall upon our faces, trying to go ; And, underneath our heavy eyelids drooping, The reddest...wheels of iron In the factories, round and round. VII. " For, all day, the wheels are droning, turning, — Their wind comes in our faces, — Till our...

The Poems of Elizabeth Barrett Browning ...

Elizabeth Barrett Browning - 1850 - 318 страници
...them and sleep. Our knees tremble sorely in the stooping — We fall upon our faces, trying to go ; And, underneath our heavy eyelids drooping, The reddest...wheels of iron In the factories, round and round. Till our hearts turn, — our heads, with pulses burning, And the walls turn in their places — Turns...




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