 | 1844 - 454 pàgines
...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 she...life he goes ; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close ; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose. Thanks,... | |
 | 1841 - 754 pàgines
...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 - 566 pàgines
...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 she...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... | |
 | 1840 - 560 pàgines
...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 she...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 - 576 pàgines
...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 pàgines
...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 task begin, Each evening sees it close ; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose. Thanks... | |
 | 1841 - 744 pàgines
...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 - 144 pàgines
...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 she...life he goes ; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close ; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose. Thanks,... | |
 | 1842 - 610 pàgines
...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 she...life he goes : Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close ; Something attempted — something done Has earned a night's repose. Thanks,... | |
 | 1856 - 1026 pàgines
...makes his heart rejoice. It sounds to him like her mother's voice Singing in Paradise! He needs mnst think of her once more, How in the grave she lies...life he goes ; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees its close : Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose. Thanks,... | |
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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. Toiling, — rejoicing, — sorrowing, Onward through life he... 
