 It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise ! He needs must 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...  American Monthly Knickerbocker - Page 4191840Full view - About this book
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 | Charles C. Calhoun - 2004 - 358 pages
...as any other still needed making, and he made it with his characteristic quiet note of resignation: Toiling, — rejoicing, —sorrowing, Onward through...attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose. And then there is " Excelsior," a poem that was so loved by Longfellow's contemporaries, so loathed... | |
 | Andrew Lang - 2004 - 368 pages
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...WORKING How in the grave she lies; LIFE And with his hard, rough hand he wipes I A tear out of his eyes. Toiling, — rejoicing, — sorrowing, Onward through...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,... | |
 | Lorraine LaCroix - 2005 - 161 pages
...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...attempted. something done. Has earned a night's repose. Thanks. thanks to thee. my worthy friend. For the lesson thou hast taught! Thus at the flaming forge... | |
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