 | William Draper Swan - 1845 - 482 страници
...once more, How in the grave she lies; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes. 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.... | |
 | William Russell, John Goldsbury - 1845 - 300 страници
...more, How in the grave she lies ; And with his hard rough hand he wipes The tears out of his eyes. 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... | |
 | Anna Maria Hall - 1845 - 854 страници
...once more, How in the grave she lies; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes, A tear out of his eyes. Toiling, — rejoicing,— sorrowing, Onward through life he goes ; Each morning sees some task begin, Eat-h evening gees it close; Something attempted, something done, lias earn'da night's repuse.... | |
 | C. P. Bronson - 1845 - 330 страници
...more, How in the grave she lies; And with his hard — rough hand he wipes A tear from out his eyes. 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... | |
 | Timothy Shay Arthur - 1845 - 908 страници
...her once more, How in the grave she lies ; And with his hard rou^h hand he wipe* ARTHUR'S MAGAZINE. " Toiling — rejoicing — sorrowing', Onward through life he goes ; Each morning sees some tails begin, Each evening sees it close ; ¡Something attempted, something done, Has earned & night's... | |
 | 1846 - 620 страници
...countryman Longfellow must have had you in his brain, when he painted the picture of his .blacksmith. 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... | |
 | William Chambers, Robert Chambers - 1846 - 934 страници
...once more, How in the grave she lies ; And with his hard rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes. Toiling, rejoicing, sorrowing, Onward through life he goes ; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees its close : Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose.... | |
 | Emily Chubbuck Judson - 1848 - 268 страници
..."Toiling — rejoicing — sorrowing," The Christian " onward goes ; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close ; Something attempted,...something done. Has earned a night's repose." Longfellow. V *i HAVE been trying," said the IB lone widow, in a note to a missionary friend, " with fasting, and... | |
 | Spring flowers, S. P. - 1849 - 178 страници
...more, How in the grave she lies ; And with his hard, rough hand, he wipes A tear from out his eyes. Toiling— rejoicing — sorrowing, Onward through...attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose. THE IDIOT BORN. "Out, thou silly moon-struck elf; Back, poor fool, and hide thyself!" This is what... | |
 | Edward Payson Weston - 1849 - 200 страници
...she lies ; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes. THE VILLAGE BLACKSMITH. Ill 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.... | |
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He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes. 
