 His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan ; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man. Week in, week out, from morn till night, You can hear his bellows...  Living Thoughts in Words that Burn, from Poet, Sage and Humorist - Pagina 46door Charles F. Beezley - 1891 - 382 pagina’sVolledige weergave - Over dit boek
 | 1844 - 454 pagina’s
...children coming home from school Look in at the open door ; They love to see the naming forge, Aid hear the bellows roar, And catch the burning sparks...daughter's voice, Singing in the village choir, And it makes his heart rejoice. It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise ! He needs... | |
 | 1840 - 576 pagina’s
...him swing his heavy sledge, With measured beat and slow, Like a sexton tinging the old kirk chimes When the evening sun is low. And children coming home...catch the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a threshing-floor. He goes on Sunday to the church, And sits among his boys; He hears the parson pray... | |
 | 1840 - 566 pagina’s
...sledge, With measured beat and slow, Like a sexton tinging the old kirk chimes When the evening aun is low. And children coming home from school Look...catch the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a threshing-floor. He goes on Sunday to the church, And sits among his boys; He hears the parson pray... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1842 - 148 pagina’s
...With large and sinewy bands ; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands. 783820A His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is...daughter's voice, Singing in the village choir, And it makes his heart rejoice. It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise ! He needs... | |
 | 1842 - 610 pagina’s
...acheiving, still pursuing, Learn to labour and to wait. The Village Blacksmith. Under a spreading chesnut tree The village smithy stands ; The smith, a mighty...catch the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a threshing-floor. He goes on Sunday to the church, And sits among his boys ; He hears the parson pray... | |
 | 1856 - 1026 pagina’s
...the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man. Week in, week out, from morn till night, Yon can hear his bellows blow ; You can hear him swing...catch the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a thrashing floor. He goes on Sunday to the church, And sits among his boys; He hears the parson pray... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1843 - 570 pagina’s
...blessings, Now on the holy breast, and now on the innocent tresses. MISCELLANEOUS. THE VILLAGE BLACKSMITH. UNDER a spreading chestnut tree The village smithy...daughter's voice, Singing in the village choir, And it makes his heart rejoice. It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise ! He needs... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1843 - 278 pagina’s
...sinewy hands ; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands. 82 THE VILLAGE BLACKSMITH. His hair is crisp, and black, and long ; His face...catch the burning sparks that fly Like chafF from a threshing-floor. He goes on Sunday to the church, And sits among his boys ; He hears the parson pray... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1843 - 280 pagina’s
...bands, 82 THE VILLAGE BLACKSMITH. His hair is crisp, and black, and long ; His face is like the tan j His brow is wet with honest sweat ; He earns whate'er...catch the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a threshing-floor. He goes on Sunday to the church, And sits among his boys ; He hears the parson pray... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1843 - 558 pagina’s
...whole world in the face, For he owes not any man. Week in, week out, from morn till night, You can hoar his bellows blow ; You can hear him swing his heavy...catch the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a threshing-floor. He goes on Sunday to the church, And sits among his boys ; He hears the parson pray... | |
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