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" Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy 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 deed and thought. "
Douglas Jerrold's Shilling Magazine - Page 372
1846
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Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 120

1876 - 818 pages
...curse of labour : — '- Thauks — thanks to thee.'my worthy friend, For the lesson thou hast taught t Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must...sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought." Lat us be content to retain "The Village Blacksmith " as a sort of fossil embodied in brilliant amber....
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The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction, Volume 43

1844 - 454 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...sounding anvil shaped, Each burning deed and thought ! GARDENING HINTS FOR FEBRUARY. HOTHOUSES, CONSERYATORIES, &C. Conservatory. — Where forced flowers...
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Bentley's Miscellany, Volume 7

1841 - 754 pages
...repose. Thanks ! thanks to thee, my worthy friend, For the lesson thou hast taught ! Thus at the sounding forge of Life Our fortunes must be wrought, Thus on...sounding anvil shaped, Each burning deed and thought. HEMRY W. LONGFELLOW. EDITED AND ILLUSTRATED BY ALFRED CROWQTJILL. HE INTRODUCTION. MY acquaintance...
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Bentley's Miscellany, Volume 7

1841 - 744 pages
...repose. Thanks ! thanks to thee, my worthy friend, For the lesson thou hast taught ! Thus at the sounding forge of Life Our fortunes must be wrought, Thus on...sounding anvil shaped, Each burning deed and thought. HEMRT W. LOHGFELLOW. 54 Che ©IB EDITED AND ILLUSTRATED BY ALFRED CROWQUILL. HE INTRODUCTION. MY acquaintance...
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Ballads and Other Poems

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1842 - 144 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...sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought ! ENDYMION. THE rising moon has hid the stars ; Her level rays, like golden bars., Lie on the landscape...
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The Children's Magazine and Missionary Repository, Volume 19

1856 - 1026 pages
...earned a night's repose. Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy frieud, For the lesson thou hast taught 1 Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must...sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought I LONGFELLOW. AKATANGI, THE BELL-RINGER OF ERROMANGA. IN the year 1840, I was one day sitting in my study...
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The Monthly Review

1842 - 610 pages
...earned a night's repose. Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend, For the lesson thou hast taught 1 Thus at the flaming forge of Life Our fortunes must...sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought. Mr. Griswold's introduction is modest, judicious, and suggestive, The volume is calculated to instruct...
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United States Magazine and Democratic Review, Volume 13

1843 - 708 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...sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought !" "THE REGGAR. A beggar through the world am I, From place to place I wander by ; Fill up my pilgrim's...
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The United States Magazine and Democratic Review, Volume 13

1843 - 678 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...sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought !" "THE BEGGAR. A beggar through the world am I, From place to place I wander by ; Fill up my pilgrim's...
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Voices of the Night

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1843 - 570 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...sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought ! ENDYMION. THE rising moon has hid the stars ; Her level rays, like golden bars, Lie on the landscape...
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