 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...  The Household Book of Poetry - Стр. 597авторы: Charles Anderson Dana - 1878 - Страниц: 28Полный просмотр - Подробнее о книге
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...choir, And 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...sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought. 16 EVANGELINE This is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks. Bearded with moss,... | |
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...Toiling, — rejoicing, — sorrowing, Onward through life he goes; Each morning sees some task begun, Each evening sees it close; Something attempted, something...sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought! Kraut-Makin' Time Author Unknown When I wuz just a kid at home I'd watch Grandma move about And I could... | |
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...— sorrowing, Onward through life he goes; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees its close; Something attempted, something done, Has earned...anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought. HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW AMERICAN (1807-1882) The Wasted Day Another day let slip! Its hours have run,... | |
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...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...sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought. To thine own self be true from Hamlet by William Shakespeare There. my blessings with thee! And these... | |
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