 | 1843 - 832 страници
...turning — Their wind comes in our faces 1 Till our hearts turn, and our heads with pulses hurning, And the walls turn in their places ! Turns the sky in the high window hlank and reeling — Turns the long light that droppeth down the wall — Turn the hlack flies that... | |
 | 1843 - 1380 страници
...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, and our heads with pulses burning, And the walls turn in their places ! Turns the sky in the high window... | |
 | Elizabeth Barrett Browning - 1844 - 290 страници
...drag our burden tiring, Through the coal-dark, underground — uu day, we drive the wheels of iron In the factories, round and round. " For, all day, the...window blank and reeling — Turns the long light that droppeth down the wall — • Turn the black flies that crawl along the ceiling — All are turning,... | |
 | 1844 - 638 страници
...time others of her writings have been by that means widely circulated through the United States. « All day, the wheels are droning, turning,— Their...window blank and reeling — Turns the long light that droppeth down the wall — Turn the black flies that crawl along the ceiling — All are turning, all... | |
 | 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
...our burden tiring, Through the coal-dark underground, — Or, all day, we drive the wheels of iron In the factories, round and round. "For, all day, the...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
...our burden tiring, Through the coal-dark, underground — Or, all day, we drive the wheels of iron In the factories, round and 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 - 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 - 302 страници
...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, and our heads with pulses burning, And the walls turn in their places ! Turns the sky in the high window... | |
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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 walls turn in their places: Turns the sky in the high window blank and reeling, Turns the long light that drops adown... 
