 And, underneath our heavy eyelids drooping, The reddest flower would look as pale as snow. For, all day, we drag our burden tiring Through the coal-dark, underground ; Or, all day, we drive the wheels of iron In the factories, round and round.  Poems - Стр. 239авторы: Elizabeth Barrett Browning - 1887 - Страниц: 315Полный просмотр - Подробнее о книге
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...look as pale as gnow. For, all day, we drag our hurden tiring, Through the coal-dark underground — Or, all day, we drive the wheels of iron In the factories, round and round. " All day long, the wheels are droning, turning — Their wind comes in our faces 1 Till our hearts... | |
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...look as pale as snow. For, all day, we drag our burden tiring, Through the coal-dark underground — Or, all day, we drive the wheels of iron In the factories, round and round. " All day long, the wheels are droning, turning — Their wind comes in our faces ! Till our hearts... | |
 | Elizabeth Barrett Browning - 1844 - Страниц: 290
...sorely in the stooping — i day, we drag our burden tiring, Through the coal-dark, underground — uu day, we drive the wheels of iron In the factories,...heads, with pulses burning, And the walls turn in their places — Turns the sky in the high window blank and reeling — Turns the long light that droppeth... | |
 | 1844 - Страниц: 648
...time others of her writings have Ъееп by that means widely circulated through the United States. " All day, the wheels are droning, turning,— Their...burning, And the walls turn in their placesTurns the slcy in the high window blank and reeling — Turns the long light that droppeth down the wall —... | |
 | 1844 - Страниц: 638
...time others of her writings have been by that means widely circulated through the United States. « All day, the wheels are droning, turning,— Their...heads, with pulses burning, And the walls turn in their places— Turns the sky in the high window blank and reeling — Turns the long light that droppeth... | |
 | Daniel Kimball Whitaker, Milton Clapp, William Gilmore Simms, James Henley Thornwell - 1845 - Страниц: 562
...look as pale as snow, For, all day, we drag our burden tiring, Through the coal-dark underground, — Or, all day, we drive the wheels of iron In the factories,...heads, with pulses burning, And the walls turn in their places, — Turns the sky in the high window blank and reeling, — Turns the long light thatdroppeth... | |
 | University magazine - 1845 - Страниц: 772
...look as pale as snow. For, all day, we drag our burden tiring, Through the coal-dark, underground — Or, all day, we drive the wheels of iron In the factories,...round. " For, all day, the wheels are droning, turning — Thuir wind comes in our faces — * Poems by Elizabeth Barrett Barrett, author of the " Seraphim,"... | |
 | 1846 - Страниц: 592
...all is hard order and method, change without variety, and ceaseless uniformity of revolution. ' — All day, the wheels are droning, turning, — Their...turn, — our heads, with pulses burning, And the walla turn in their places — Turns the sky in the high window blank and reeling — Turns the long... | |
 | 1846 - Страниц: 588
...ceaseless uniformity of revolution. ' — All day, the wheels are droning, turning, — Their wind cornea in our faces, — Till our hearts turn, — our heads, with pulses burning, And the walls turn in their places — Turns the sky in the high window blank and reeling — Tunis the long light that droppeth... | |
 | 1846 - Страниц: 308
...would look as pale as snow; For all day, we drag our burden tiring, Through the coal-dark underground, Or, all day, we drive the wheels of iron In the factories round and round. All day long the wheels are droning, turning, Their wind comes in our faces ! Till our hearts turn,... | |
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