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" 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 that fly Like chaff from a threshing-floor. "
Elocution, Or, Mental and Vocal Philosophy: Involving the Principles of ... - Страница 299
по C. P. Bronson - 1845 - 320 страници
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The Children's Magazine and Missionary Repository, Том 19

1856
...And hear the bellows roar, And catch the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a thrashing floor. He goes on Sunday to the church, And sits among his...makes his heart rejoice. It sounds to him like her mother's voice Singing in Paradise! He needs mnst think of her once more, How in the grave she lies...

The Poets and Poetry of America: With an Historical Introduction

Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1842 - 468 страници
...cateh the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a threshing-floor. He goes on Sunday to the chureh, And sits among his boys ; He hears the parson pray...makes his heart rejoice. 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...

The United States Democratic Review, Том 13

1843
...evening sun is low. 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...makes his heart rejoice. It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise I He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies...

Readings in American Poetry

Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1843 - 264 страници
...evening sun is low. 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...makes his heart rejoice. 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...

The Poets and Poetry of America

Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1843 - 476 страници
...evening sun is low. 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...makes his heart rejoice. 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...

The United States Magazine and Democratic Review, Том 13

1843
...evening sun is low. 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...makes his heart rejoice. It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise ! He needs most think of her once more, How in the grave she lies...

Voices of the Night

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1843 - 144 страници
...And hear the bellows roar, And catch the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a threshing floor. He goes on Sunday to the church, And sits among his...makes his heart rejoice. 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...

Perennial Flowers

1843 - 172 страници
...flaming forge, And hear the bellows roar, And catch the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from the threshing-floor. He goes on Sunday to the church,...among his boys ; He hears the parson pray and preach, And he hears his daughter's voice Singing in the village choir, And it makes his heart rejoice. It...

THE MIRROR OF LITERATURE AMUSEMENT , AND INSTRUCTION : VOL V

The Mirror of Literature,Amusement,and Instruction.New Series.VOL.V - 1844
...And hear the bellows roar, And catch the burning sparks that fly, Like chaff from a threshing floor. He goes on Sunday to the church, And sits among his...makes his heart rejoice. 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...

Gems from the American Poets: With Brief Biographical Notices

1844 - 120 страници
...And hear the bellows roar, And catch the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a thrashing-floor. He goes on Sunday to the church. And sits among his...makes his heart rejoice. 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;...




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