 | Theodore Alors W. Buckley - 1854 - 332 Seiten
...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...daughter's voice Singing in the village choir, And it makes hislieart rejoice. It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise ! He needs must think... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1855 - 568 Seiten
...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...lies ; And with his hard rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes. Toiling, — rejoicing, — sorrowing, Onward through life he goes ; Each morning... | |
 | Charlotte Phillips - 1855 - 188 Seiten
...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...his daughter's voice Singing in the village choir, It sounds to him like her mother's voice Singing in paradise ; He needs must think of her once more... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1855 - 264 Seiten
...And hear the bellows roar, And catch the burning sparks that fly lake char! from a t&eshing floor. He goes on Sunday to the church, And sits among his...his daughter's voice Singing in the village choir ; It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise ! He needs must think of her once more,... | |
 | Reading book - 1856 - 352 Seiten
...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...lies ; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes. Toiling, — rejoicing, — sorrowing, Onward through life he goes ; Each morning... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1856 - 810 Seiten
...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...lies ; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes. Toiling, — rejoicing, — sorrowing, Onward through life he goes ; Each morning... | |
 | 1856 - 518 Seiten
...is low. And children, coming home from school, Look in at the open door : They love to see a flamiqg forge, And hear the bellows roar, And catch the burning...grave she lies ; And with his hard rough hand he wipes Toiling, rejoicing, sorrowing, Onward through life he goes : Each morning sees some task begin, E ich... | |
 | 1856 - 352 Seiten
...roar, And catch the burning sparks that fly Like the chaff from a threshing floor. HENRY W. LONGFELLOW. He goes on Sunday to the church, And sits among his...lies ; And with his hard rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes. Toiling, — rejoicing, — sorrowing, Onward through life he goes ; Each morning... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1856 - 432 Seiten
...And hear the bellows roar, And catch the burning sparks that Hy Like chaff from a threshing floor. He goes on Sunday to the church, And sits among his...in Paradise ! He needs must think of her once more, 13S THE VILLAGE BLACKSMITH. How in the grave she lies ; And with his hard, rougli hand he wipes A tear... | |
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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... 
