 | John Keese - 1845 - 338 Seiten
...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 from out his eyes. Toiling — rejoicing — sorrowing... | |
 | William Draper Swan - 1845 - 494 Seiten
...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... | |
 | William Russell, John Goldsbury - 1845 - 292 Seiten
...He goes on Sunday to the church, And sits among his boys ; He hears the parson pray and preach, And he hears his daughter's voice, Singing in the village...think of her once more, How in the grave she lies ; And with his hard rough hand he wipes The tears out of his eyfen Toiling, — rejoicing, — sorrowing,... | |
 | C. P. Bronson - 1845 - 330 Seiten
...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;...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... | |
 | C. P. Bronson - 1845 - 390 Seiten
...bellows roar, And cutch the burning sparks, lhat fly Lifce chuff— from a threshing-floor He goes, on Sunday, to the church, And sits among his boys;...village choir, And it makes his heart rejoice. It sounds lo him. like her mother's voice, Singing — in Paradise J He needs must think of her once more, How... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 538 Seiten
...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 ;...village choir, And it makes his heart rejoice. It Bounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise ! He needs must think of her once more,... | |
 | C. P. Bronson - 1845 - 398 Seiten
...catch the burning sparks, that fly Like chaff— from a threshing-floor He goes, on Sunday, lo ihe church, And sits among his boys; He hears the parson—...village choir, And it makes his heart rejoice. It rounds lo him. like her mother's voice, Singing — in Paradise! Ho needs musi think of her once more,... | |
 | C. P. Bronson - 1845 - 396 Seiten
...ihm fly Like chaff— from a thresh i ng-lloor He goes, on Sunday, to the church, And eits among hie boys ; He hears the parson — pray and preach, He...voice, Singing — in the village choir, And it makes hie heart rejoice. It Rounds to him. like her mother^s voice, Singing — in Paradise ! He needs must... | |
 | William Russell, John Goldsbury - 1845 - 300 Seiten
...the bellows roar, And catch the burning sparks, that fly Like chaif from a threshing-floor. He goes on Sunday to the church, And sits 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... | |
 | C. P. Bronson - 1845 - 334 Seiten
...village choir, And it makes his heart rejoice. It Rounds 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 from out his eyes. Toiling— rejoicing—sorrowingOnward—... | |
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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. 
