 Work, work, work ! My labor never flags ; And what are its wages ? A bed of straw, A crust of bread, and rags ; That shattered roof, and this naked floor, A table, a broken chair, And a wall so blank, my shadow I thank For sometimes falling there.  Friendship, Love, and Truth: Containing Articles Illustrative of the ... - Pagina 2531849 - 288 pagina’sVolledige weergave - Over dit boek
 | George Pope Morris, Nathaniel Parker Willis - 1843 - 530 pagina’s
...never flags ¡ And what are its wages ? A bed of straw, A cruet of bread — and rags, That ghatter'd roof— and this naked floor — A table — a broken...blank, my shadow I thank For sometimes falling there ! " Work — work — work ! From weary chime to chime Work — work — work, AS prisoners work for... | |
 | 1844 - 858 pagina’s
...My labour never flags ; And what are its wages? A bed of straw, A cnist of bread — and rag*. That ]P <'N l L ɐtIK,ۜ_>V 6# sZ ( l 9r T ! CG _ u a ݼm^f s w 4 p P h ҥ C7p+V Q Y+W# ( p<\ " d =/) d I]ț ! Work — work — work ! From weary chime to chime ¡ Work — work— work ! As prisoners work for... | |
 | Charlotte Elizabeth Tonna - 1844 - 622 pagina’s
...never flags; And what are its wages ? A bed of straw, A crust of bread — and rags. That shatter'd roof— and this naked floor A table — a broken...blank, my shadow I thank For sometimes falling there ! " Work— work — work ! From weary chime to chime, Work — work — work — As prisoners work... | |
 | Johann Georg Kohl - 1844 - 316 pagina’s
...halte, O ®ott ! baf йЧ-оЬ fo t&euer tfi unb gleifcl) unb SBlut fo 2>aé Sieb ber SWbertn. 207 And a wall so blank, my shadow I thank For sometimes falling there! *) Work! work! work! From weary chime to chime, Work ! work! work — As prisoners work for crime !... | |
 | 1847 - 800 pagina’s
...bread — and rags. That shattered roof— and this naked floor — A table — a broken cbair — And a wall so blank, my shadow I thank For sometimes falling there. 0 ! but to breathe the breath Of the cowslip and primrose sweet — With the sky above my head And... | |
 | Thomas Hood - 1845 - 434 pagina’s
..." Work — work — work ! My labor never flags ; And what are its wages ? A bed of straw, A crust of bread — and rags : A shattered roof — and this...blank my shadow I thank For sometimes falling there ! " Work — work — work ! From weary chime to chime ; Work — work — work ! As prisoners work,... | |
 | Thomas Hood - 1845 - 442 pagina’s
..." Work — work — work ! My labor never flags ; And what are its wages ? A bed of straw, A crust of bread — and rags : A shattered roof — and this...blank my shadow I thank For sometimes falling there ! " Work — work — work ! From weary chime to chime ; Work — work — work ! As prisoners work,... | |
 | Grace Webster - 1845 - 910 pagina’s
...forthwith set out upon his long journey. CHAPTER III. A bed of straw, A crust of bread — and rags, That shattered roof — and this naked floor, A table —...— my shadow I thank For sometimes falling there ! PUNCH. THE miser's hut was on a moor, and so low that at a little distance it appeared but as a slight... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 558 pagina’s
...never flags ; And what are its wages ? A bed of straw, A crust of bread — and rags : A- shatter'd roof — and this naked floor — A table — a broken...blank my shadow I thank For sometimes falling there ! " Work — work — work ! From weary chime to chime ; Work — work — work, As prisoners work,... | |
 | Thomas Hood - 1846 - 672 pagina’s
..." Work — work — work ! My labor never flags ; And what are its wages ? A bed of straw, A crust of bread — and rags : A shattered roof— and this...blank my shadow I thank For sometimes falling there ! " Work — work — work ! From weary chime to chime ; Work — work — work ! As prisoners work,... | |
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