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...pale as snow. For, all day, we drag our burden tiring, Through the coal-dark underground — Or, all day, we drive the wheels of iron In the factories, round and round. " All day long, the wheels are droning, turning — Their wind comes in our faces ! Till our hearts...

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...all is hard order and method, change without variety, and ceaseless uniformity of revolution. ' — All day, the wheels are droning, turning, — Their...turn, — our heads, with pulses burning, And the walla turn in their places — Turns the sky in the high window blank and reeling — Turns the long...

...as pale as snow; For all day, we drag our burden tiring, Through the coal-dark underground, Or, all day, we drive the wheels of iron In the factories round and round. All day long the wheels are droning, turning, Their wind comes in our faces ! Till our hearts turn,...

...factory life, which I transcribe at the risk of being tedious and lengthy in these extracts : "All day, we drive the wheels of iron In the factories, round and round ; All day long, the wheels are droning, turning — Their wind comes in our faces ! Till our hearts...