 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.  Reading with Expression: First-- Reader - Page 125by James Baldwin, Ida Catherine Bender - 1911Full view - About this book
 | 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 life he goes ; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close ; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose.... | |
 | American periodicals - 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 life he goes : Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close ; Something attempted — something done, Has earned a night's repose.... | |
 | Charles Dickens, William Harrison Ainsworth, Albert Smith - Literature - 1841 - 710 pages
...rejoicing, sorrowing, Onward through life he goes; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close ; Something attempted, something done, Has earned...friend, For the lesson thou hast taught ! Thus at the sounding forge of Life Our fortunes must be wrought, Thus on its sounding anvil shaped, Each burning... | |
 | 1841 - 744 pages
...once more, How in her grave she lies, And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear from out his eyes. 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.... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - Literary Criticism - 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 life he goes ; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close ; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose.... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - American poetry - 1842 - 638 pages
...once more, How in the grave she lies ; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyeg. 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.... | |
 | Children's literature - 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 he goes ; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees its close : Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose.... | |
 | Books - 1842 - 610 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, Each evening sees it close ; Something attempted — something done Has earned a night's repose.... | |
 | Children's poetry - 1843 - 184 pages
...lies ; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes The tears out of his eyes. Toiling — rej oicing — sorrowing, Onward through life he goes ; Each morning sees some task begun, Each evening sees it close ; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose. Thanks, thanks to thee,... | |
 | United States - 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 life he goes ; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close ; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose.... | |
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