 | Elizabeth Barrett Browning - 1853 - 508 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,...comes in our faces, — Till our hearts turn, — our head, with pulses burning, And the walls turn in their places — Turns the sky in the high window... | |
 | 1854 - 542 страници
...are weeping bitterly ; They are weeping in the play-time of the others, In this country of the free. For all day the wheels are droning, turning ; Their...pulses burning, And the walls turn in their places. * * * « Let them feel that this cold metallic motion Is not all the life God fashions and reveals... | |
 | Nehemiah Adams - 1854 - 230 страници
...To lie down in them and sleep. — The reddest flowers would look as pale as snow." " 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 then- places. Turns the sky in the high window,... | |
 | Nehemiah Adams - 1854 - 234 страници
...To lie down in them and sleep. — The reddest flowers would look as pale as snow." " 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,... | |
 | Nehemiah Adams - 1855 - 248 страници
...day long the wheels are droning, turning ; Then* 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 ; Are all turning all the... | |
 | 1856 - 784 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,...wind comes in our faces — Till our hearts turn, our head with pulses burning, And the walls turn in their placea. Turns the sky, in the high window, blank... | |
 | David Macbeth Moir - 1856 - 360 страници
...are weeping bitterly ! They are weeping in the playtime of the others, In the country of the free. 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... | |
 | Elizabeth Barrett Browning - 1856 - 320 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. VII. ' For, all day, the wheels are droning, turning, — Their wind comes in our faces, — Till our... | |
 | 1859 - 852 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 1 Till our hearts turn,... | |
 | England - 1860 - 532 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. vn. " For, all day, the wheels are droning, turning, — Their wind comes in our faces, — Till our... | |
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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. 
