 | 1844 - 454 sayfa
...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 boys ;...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,... | |
 | 1841 - 754 sayfa
...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 boys ;...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,... | |
 | 1840 - 560 sayfa
...preach, He hears hie daughter's voice, Singing in the village choir, And it makes his neart rejoico. It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing...think of her once more, How in the grave she lies ; And with his hard rough hand he wipes A tear from out his eyes. Til. Toiling — rejoicing —sorrowing... | |
 | 1840 - 576 sayfa
...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 boys; He hears the parson pray and preach, He hears his daughter s voice, Singing in the village choir. And it makes his neart rejoice. It sounds to him like... | |
 | 1840 - 566 sayfa
...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 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... | |
 | 1841 - 744 sayfa
...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 boys ;...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,... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1842 - 144 sayfa
...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 boys ;...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,... | |
 | 1842 - 610 sayfa
...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 boys ;...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 —... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1842 - 638 sayfa
...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...think of her once more, How in the grave she lies ; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyeg. Toiling — rejoicing — sorrowing... | |
 | 1856 - 1026 sayfa
...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 boys;...like her mother's voice Singing in Paradise! He needs mnst think of her once more, How in the grave she lies ; And with his hard rough hand he wipes A tear... | |
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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. 
