 His hair is crisp and black and long, His face is like the tan ; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man. Week in, week out, from morn till night, You can hear his bellows...  The Native Poets of Maine - Страница 16по S. Herbert Lancey - 1854 - 312 странициПълен достъп - Информация за книгата
 | William Russell, John Goldsbury - 1845 - 292 страници
...whate'er he can, . And looks the whole world in the facej) • . • v For he owes not any man. Week in, week out, from morn till night, You can hear his bellows...his heavy sledge With measured beat and slow, Like the sexton ringing the bell, When the evening sun is low. And children coming home from school, Look... | |
 | John Keese - 1845 - 338 страници
...whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man. Week out, week in, from morn till night, You can hear his bellows blow...swing his heavy sledge, With measured beat and slow, " And children coming home from school, Look in at the open door ; They love to see the flaming forge,... | |
 | Anna Maria Hall - 1845 - 854 страници
...He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the fai-e, For he owes not any man. Week in, week out, from morn till night You can hear his bellows blow ; You can hear him swing his heavy sle-'ge, With measured beat and slow. Like a sexton ringing the village-bell When the evening sun is... | |
 | C. P. Bronson - 1845 - 330 страници
...For he owes not any man. Week out, week in, from morn till night, You can hear his bellows blow; You hear him swing his heavy sledge, With measured beat and slow, Like a sexton, ringing the old kirk chimes, When the evening sun is low. And children, coming home from school, Look in at the... | |
 | C. P. Bronson - 1845 - 398 страници
...For he owes not any man. Week out, week in, from morn till night, You can hear his bellows blow ; You hear him swing his heavy sledge, With measured beat and slow, Like a sexton, ringing the old kirk chirae^ When the evening sun is low. And children, coming home from school, Ixx>k in at the... | |
 | C. P. Bronson - 1845 - 390 страници
...For he owes not any man. Week out, week in, from morn till night, You can hear his bellows blow; You hear him swing his heavy sledge, With measured beat and slow, Like a si-xion, ringing the old kirk chimed, When the evening sun is low. And children, coming home from school,... | |
 | Timothy Shay Arthur - 1845 - 908 страници
...look's the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man. l[ Week in, week out, from morn till nL'ht, You can hear his bellows blow; You can hear him swing his heavy sleclye, Witb measured beat and slow, Like a sexton ringing the village bell, When the evening sun... | |
 | C. P. Bronson - 1845 - 396 страници
...sledg«, With measured beat and slow, Like a sexton, ringing the old kirk chime*, When the evening вин is low. And children, coming home from school, Look in at the open door; They love to eee a (laming forge, And hear the bellows roar, And catch the burning sparks,... | |
 | William Chambers, Robert Chambers - 1846 - 934 страници
...He earns whate'er he can ; And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man. Week in, week out, from morn till night, You can hear his bellows...And children coming home from school Look in at the open door ; They love to see the naming forge, And hear the bellows roar, And catch the burning sparks... | |
 | 1864 - 726 страници
...whole world in the face, Tor he owes not any man. " Week in, week out, from morn till night, You nan hear his bellows blow ; You can hear him swing his...And children coming home from school, Look in at the open door ; They love to see the flaming forge, And hear the bellows roar, And catch the burning sparks... | |
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