He goes on Sunday to the church, And sits among his boys ; He hears the parson pray and preach, He hears his daughter's voice, Singing in the village choir, And it makes his heart rejoice. It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise... Poems of America - Página 140editado por - 1878 - 558 páginasVisualização integral - Acerca deste livro
| 1844 - 454 páginas
...choir, And it 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...friend, For the lesson thou hast taught ! Thus, at the flaming forge of life, Our fortunes must be wrought; Thus, on its sounding anvil shaped, Each burning... | |
| 1841 - 754 páginas
...him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise ! He needs must think of her once more, How in her 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... | |
| 1840 - 560 páginas
...choir, And it makes his neart rejoico. It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise ! He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave...lies ; And with his hard rough hand he wipes A tear from out his eyes. Til. Toiling — rejoicing —sorrowing — Onward through life he goes : Each morning... | |
| 1840 - 566 páginas
...choir. And it 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...lies ; And with his hard rough hand he wipes A tear from out hia eyes. m. Toiling — rejoicing —sorrowing — Onward through life he ;;oes : Each morning... | |
| Royal Agricultural Society of England - 1879 - 1154 páginas
...accommodation was insufficient, having to work early and late : " Each morning finds her task begun, Kach evening sees it close, Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose." It is not a part of our duty to say whether the same work under a skilful manager could not be more... | |
| 1840 - 576 páginas
...like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise ! He needs must think of her once more, How in the crave 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... | |
| Charles Dickens, William Harrison Ainsworth, Albert Smith - 1841 - 710 páginas
...of her once more, How in her grave she lies, And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear from out his eyes. Toiling, rejoicing, sorrowing, Onward through...friend, For the lesson thou hast taught ! Thus at the sounding forge of Life Our fortunes must be wrought, Thus on its sounding anvil shaped, Each burning... | |
| 1841 - 744 páginas
...him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise ! He needs must think of her once more, How in her 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... | |
| Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1842 - 148 páginas
...choir, And it 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...friend, For the lesson thou hast taught ! Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought ; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning... | |
| 1842 - 610 páginas
...choir, And it 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...my worthy friend, For the lesson thou hast taught 1 Thus at the flaming forge of Life Our fortunes must be wrought, Thus on its sounding anvil shaped... | |
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