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" 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, thanks to thee, my worthy friend, For the lesson... "
Bentley's Miscellany - 53 ページ
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Earnest Christianity Illustrated: Or, Selections from the ..., 第 87 巻、第 876 巻

James Caughey, Daniel Wise - 1855 - 422 ページ
...war. My soul, too, is kept alive and happy by constant activity. " Each morning finds some task begun, Each evening sees it close ; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose." Jan. 9th. — A hard onset last night ; could not rise ; a, fog on my spirit; gloom on the people,...

Everley [by miss Cornish].

Cornish - 1855 - 538 ページ
...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.'...

The Gift Book of Gems

1856 - 352 ページ
...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...friend, For the lesson thou hast taught ! Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought ; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning...

Second (-Fourth) reading book. Scriptural and miscellaneous lessons ..., 第 4 巻

Reading book - 1856 - 352 ページ
...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...friend, For the lesson thou hast taught ! Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought ! Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning...

Hand-book of American literature, historical, biographical, and critical [by ...

Joseph Gostwick - 1856 - 338 ページ
...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...friend, For the lesson thou hast taught : Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought ; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning...

The Rural Poetry of the English Language: Illustrating the Seasons and ...

Joseph William Jenks - 1856 - 578 ページ
...sorrowing, Onward through life he goes ; Eaeh morning sees some task begun, Eaeh evening sees it elose ; d p d ` d flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought ; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Eaeh burning...

The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1856 - 432 ページ
...VILLAGE BLACKSMITH. How in the grave she lies ; And with his hard, rougli hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes. Toiling, — rejoicing, — sorrowing, Onward...evening sees it close ; Something attempted, something douo, Has earned a night's repose. Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend, For the lesson thon hast...

Select specimens of English poetry

Edward Hughes - 1856 - 474 ページ
...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 goes ; Each morning sees some task hegin, Each evening sees it close : Something attempted, something dona, Has earned a night's repose....

The Book of Oratory: A New Collection of Extracts in Prose, Poetry and ...

1856 - 518 ページ
...needs must think of her once more, How in the 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 evening sees it close ; Something attempted, something done. Has earned a night's repose. Thanks,...

The Rural Poetry of the English Language: Illustrating the Seasons and ...

Joseph William Jenks - 1856 - 574 ページ
...more, How in the grave she lies ; And, with his hard, rough hand, he wipes A tear out of his eyes. Thus crowd, How low, how little, are the proud, How indigent the great ! Still is the toilin begun, Each evening sees it close ; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose....




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