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" Each evening sees it close ; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose. "
Douglas Jerrold's Shilling Magazine - Page 372
1846
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American Monthly Knickerbocker, Volume 16

1840 - 576 pages
...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...attempted — something done, Has earned a night's repose. VIII. Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend, For the lesson thou hast taught ! Thus at the flaming...
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Journal of the Royal Agricultural Society of England

Royal Agricultural Society of England - 1879 - 1154 pages
...accommodation was insufficient, having to work early and late : " Each morning finds her task begun, Kach evening sees it close, Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose." It is not a part of our duty to say whether the same work under a skilful manager could not be more...
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The Children's Magazine and Missionary Repository, Volume 19

1856 - 1026 pages
...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...Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees its close : Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose. Thanks, thanks to thee,...
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The Poets and Poetry of America

Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1843 - 558 pages
...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...done, Has earned a night's repose. Thanks, thanks to thec, my worthy friend, For the lesson thou hast taught ! Thus at the flaming forge of Life Our fortunes...
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Readings in American Poetry

Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1843 - 278 pages
...grave she lies ; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes. SUNSET IN SEPTEMBER. S3 Toiling — rejoicing — sorrowing — Onward through...close ; Something attempted— something done, Has earn'da night's repose. Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend, For the lesson thou hast taught !...
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Readings in American Poetry

Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1843 - 280 pages
...rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes. SUNSET IN SEPTEMBERi 83 Toiling — rejoicing^sorrowing — Onward through life he goes : Each morning sees some...close ; Something attempted — something done, Has earn'da night's repose. Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend, For the lesson thou hast taught !...
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Gems from the American Poets: With Brief Biographical Notices

Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1844 - 136 pages
...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 begin, Something attempted— something done, Has earned a night's repose. Thanks, thanks to thee,my worthy...
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Elocution: Or, Mental and Vocal Philosophy

C. P. Bronson - 1845 - 398 pages
...she lies; And wnh his hard- -rough hand he wipei A tear from out hie' eyes. Toiling—rejoicing— sorrowing — Onward— through life he goes: Each...morning— sees some task begin, Each evening— sees it clo« ; Something mtempled— something done, Has earned a night'* repose. Thanks, think* to ihee,...
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Sharpe's London magazine, a journal of entertainment and ..., Volumes 1-2

Anna Maria Hall - 1845 - 854 pages
...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 begin, Eat-h evening gees it close; Something attempted, something done, lias earn'da night's repuse. Thanks,...
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Arthur's Magazine

Timothy Shay Arthur - 1845 - 908 pages
...her once more, How in the grave she lies ; And with his hard rou^h hand he wipe* ARTHUR'S MAGAZINE. " Toiling — rejoicing — sorrowing', Onward through life he goes ; Each morning sees some tails begin, Each evening sees it close ; ¡Something attempted, something done, Has earned & night's...
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