 | 1844 - 454 页
...Aid hear 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...makes his heart rejoice. 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... | |
 | 1840 - 566 页
...evening aun is low. And children coming home from school Look in at the open door; They love to see the flaming forge, And hear the bellows roar, And catch...He hears the parson pray and preach, He hears his daughter s voice, Singing in the village choir. And it makes his heart rejoice. It sounds to him like... | |
 | 1840 - 576 页
...evening sun is low. And children coming home from school Look in at the open door ; They love to see the flaming forge, And hear the bellows roar, And catch...He hears the parson pray and preach, He hears his daughter s voice, Singing in the village choir. And it makes his neart rejoice. It sounds to him like... | |
 | 1840 - 560 页
...evening aun is low. And children coming home from school Look in at the open door j They love to see the flaming forge, And hear the bellows roar, And catch...sparks that fly Like chaff from a threshing-floor. v. He goes on Sunday to the church, And sits among his boys; He heats the parson pray and preach, He... | |
 | Charles Dickens, William Harrison Ainsworth, Albert Smith - 1841 - 710 页
...evening sun is low. And children coming home from school Look in at the open door ; They love to see the flaming forge, And hear the bellows roar, And catch...makes his heart rejoice. It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise ! He needs must think of her once more, How in her grave she lies,... | |
 | 1841 - 744 页
...is low. And children coming home from school Look in at the open door; They love to see the naming forge, And hear the bellows roar, And catch the burning...makes his heart rejoice. It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise ! He needs must think of her once more, How in her grave she lies,... | |
 | 1842 - 610 页
...evening sun is low. And children coming home from school Look in at the open door ; They love to see the flaming forge, And hear the bellows roar, And catch...makes his heart rejoice. 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;... | |
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And children coming home from school Look in at the open door; They love to see the flaming forge, And hear the bellows roar, And catch the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a threshing-floor. 
