 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.  Class-book of English Poetry - Page 83by English poetry - 1866Full view - About this book
 | Joseph Edwards Carpenter - 1858 - 292 pages
...the village choir, And it makes his heart rejoice ; It sounds to him like her mother's voico Singing in Paradise ; He needs must think of her once more,...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... | |
 | Charles Hatch Smith - 1858 - 406 pages
...institutions of learning, and American public sentiment — a man of influence, position, and caste. "Toiling — rejoicing — sorrowing, Onward through...sees it close ; Something attempted, something done, lias earned a night's repose. " Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend, For the lesson thou hast... | |
 | Robert F. Wiseman - Technology & Engineering - 1995 - 316 pages
...the village choir, And it makes his heart rejoice. It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise! He needs must think of her once more,...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.... | |
 | William Holmes McGuffey - Juvenile Nonfiction - 1879 - 372 pages
...village choir, And it makes his heart rejoice. 6. It sounds to him like her mother's voice Singing in Paradise! He needs must think of her once more,...hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes. 7. Toiling, — rejoicing,— sorrowing, Onward through life he goes; Each morning sees some task begin,... | |
 | Richard Selzer - Medical - 1976 - 232 pages
...church with his sons, hears his daughter's voice in the choir, and "needs must think of her mother once more, / How in the grave she lies; /And with...hard rough hand he wipes / A tear out of his eyes." Twenty lumps gathered as one in twenty throats as we surrendered our hearts. Most dreadful of all was... | |
 | Poetry - 1982 - 348 pages
...the village choir, And it makes his heart rejoice. It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise! He needs must think of her once more,...it close; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose. Thanks, thanks to dice, my worthy friend, For the lesson thou hast taught!... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe, Gary Richard Thompson - Language Arts & Disciplines - 1984 - 1572 pages
...the village choir, And it makes his heart rejoice. It sounds to him like her mother's voice Singing al, stands not in the slightest need of demonstration — the point, I mean, that Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each... | |
 | Donald Hall - American poetry - 1985 - 266 pages
...the village choir, And it makes his heart rejoice. It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise! He needs must think of her once more,...it close; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose. Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend, For the lesson thou hast taught!... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - Poetry - 1988 - 442 pages
...the village choir, And it makes his heart rejoice. It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise! He needs must think of her once more,...it close; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose. Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend, For the lesson thou hast taught!... | |
 | Martin Gardner - Poetry - 1992 - 226 pages
...the village choir, And it makes his heart rejoice. It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise! He needs must think of her once more,...with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes.2 Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close; Something attempted, something... | |
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