 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...  The Poetical Works of Henry W. Longfellow - Страница 425по Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1886 - 698 странициПълен достъп - Информация за книгата
 | 1859 - 386 страници
...cache of furs belonging to the Blackfeet/' LEAVES FOR THE LITTLE ONES. TALE OF A GIANT. DY MILL. " Toiling — rejoicing — sorrowing, Onward through...attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose." LONGFELLOW. Once upon a time there was a big giant! His head would have reached to the top of the Town... | |
 | Annie Keary - 1859 - 334 страници
...for the time, he shut his heart very resolutely against the contradiction. 128 CHAPTER V. "ToilinL', rejoicing, sorrowing, Onward through life he goes,...attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose." LONGFELLOW. " LATE again, Harry," said Mr. Meyer to the last comer of a troop of noisy boys, who, whispering,... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1860 - 506 страници
...sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise ! He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies ; And with his hard, rough...lesson thou hast taught ! Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought ; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought!... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1860 - 514 страници
...sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise ! He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies ; And with his hard, rough...lesson thou hast taught ! Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought ; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought... | |
 | William M. Thayer - 1860 - 358 страници
...beat and slow, Like a sexton ringing the village bell, When the evening sun was low. »«»»»» " Toiling, — rejoicing, — sorrowing, Onward through...lesson thou hast taught ! Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought ; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought... | |
 | J. C. - 1860 - 218 страници
...sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise ! He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies ; And with his hard rough...Each morning sees some task begin. Each evening sees its close ; Something attempted, something done, Has earn'da night's repose. Thanks, thanks to thee,... | |
 | S. R. - 1860 - 306 страници
...It sounds to him like her mother's voice Singing in paradise ! He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies, And with his hard rough...Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees its close : Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose. Thanks, thanks to thee,... | |
 | Robert Demaus - 1860 - 296 страници
...sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise ! He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies ; And with his hard, rough...through life he goes ; Each morning sees some task begun, Each evening sees it close ; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose.... | |
 | J. C. - 1860 - 196 страници
...Paradise! He needs must think of her ouce more, How in the grave she lies ; And with his hard 11 ntgh hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes. Toiling, rejoicing,...Each morning sees some task begin. Each evening sees its close ; Something attempted, something done, Has earn'da night's repose. Thanks, thanks to thee,... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1861 - 912 страници
...sounds to him like her mother's voice. Singing in Paradise ! He needs must think of her once more. How in the grave she lies ; And with his hard, rough...lesson thou hast taught ! Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought ; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought... | |
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