 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 hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes. Toiling, — rejoicing, — sorrowing, Onward through life he...  The Children's journal - Pagina 208Volledige weergave - Over dit boek
 | Theodore Alors W. Buckley - 1854 - 332 pagina’s
...makes hislieart 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...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,... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1855 - 568 pagina’s
...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...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,... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1855 - 264 pagina’s
...in the village choir ; 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...Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close ; Something attemptedj something done, Has earned a night s repose. Thanks, thanks to thee,... | |
 | Charlotte Phillips - 1855 - 188 pagina’s
...in the village choir, 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;...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,... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1855 - 502 pagina’s
...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...wipes A tear out of his eyes. Toiling, — rejoicing, — sorrowmg, Onward through life he goes ; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1855 - 472 pagina’s
...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...rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes. Toiling, — rej oicing, — sorrowing, Onward through life he goes ; Each morning sees some task begin, Each... | |
 | Cornish - 1855 - 538 pagina’s
...picture of life as it should be, in his Poem on the Village Blacksmith. Do you remember the lines ? ' Toiling, rejoicing, sorrowing, Onward 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.'... | |
 | 1855 - 1416 pagina’s
...her mother's Toice, Singing in 1'aradise ! He needs must think of her once more, How in the gr.ive she lies ; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear oat of his eyes. Toiling, rejoicing, sorrowing, Onward through life he goes ; Er.eh morning see* some... | |
 | 1856 - 352 pagina’s
...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...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,... | |
 | Joseph Gostwick - 1856 - 338 pagina’s
...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...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,... | |
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