 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1860 - 514 pages
...to see th*e flaming forge, And hear the bellows roar, And catch the burning sparks that fly He goes on Sunday to the church, And sits among his boys ;...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,... | |
 | 1914 - 1240 pages
...heavenly benediction? Or, have you not seen a father, who like Longfellow's Village Blacksmith— "He goes on Sunday to the church, And sits among his boys....the village choir, And it makes his hear.t rejoice." Yes. the singing is truly a powerful factor to draw not only the parents and neighbors but the stranger... | |
 | Robert F. Wiseman - Technology & Engineering - 1995 - 316 pages
...the bellows roar, And catch the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a threshing-floor. He goes on Sunday to the church, And sits among his boys:...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... | |
 | Poetry - 1982 - 348 pages
...the bellows roar, And catch the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from the threshing-floor. He goes on Sunday to the church, And sits among his boys;...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... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe, Gary Richard Thompson - Language Arts & Disciplines - 1984 - 1572 pages
...length. She drifted a dreary wreck, And a whooping billow swept the crew Like icicles from her deck. %k q] w du & ] w d e 5q #; 9@D / xA( % kV ,a...XԤ Zt X + # O4 | g n tÇ_ =_ o , ] ]> O And with his hard rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes. Thus at the flaming forge of life Our... | |
 | Donald Hall - American poetry - 1985 - 266 pages
...to see the flaming forge, And hear the bellows roar, And catch the burning sparks that fly He goes on Sunday to the church, And sits among his boys;...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,... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - Poetry - 1988 - 442 pages
...the bellows roar, And catch the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a threshing-floor. He goes on Sunday to the church, And sits among his boys;...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,... | |
 | Martin Gardner - Poetry - 1992 - 226 pages
...the bellows roar, And catch the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a threshing-floor. He goes on Sunday to the church, And sits among his boys;...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.2 Each morning sees some task begin,... | |
 | William J. Bennett - Juvenile Fiction - 1997 - 392 pages
...the bellows roar; And catch the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a threshing floor. He goes on Sunday to the church, And sits among his boys;...voice, Singing in the village choir, And it makes his hear rejoice. It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise! He needs must think of... | |
 | Diane Ravitch - Reference - 2000 - 662 pages
...the bellows roar, And catch the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a threshing floor. He goes on Sunday to the church, And sits among his boys;...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... | |
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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. 
