 If we cared for any meadows, it were merely To drop down in them and sleep. Our knees tremble sorely in the stooping, We fall upon our faces, trying to go; And, underneath our heavy eyelids drooping, The reddest flower would look as pale as snow. For...  Blackwood's Magazine - Página 2611843Vista completa - Acerca de este libro
 | Elizabeth Barrett Browning - 1850 - 318 páginas
...heavy eyelids drooping, The reddest flower would look as pale as snow. For, all day, we drag our burden tiring, Through the coal-dark underground — Or,...wheels of iron In the factories, round and round. Till our hearts turn, — our heads, with pulses burning, And the walls turn in their places — Turns... | |
 | Alice Bradley Haven - 1850 - 358 páginas
...uttered Miss Barret's " Moan of the Children," as she pressed her hands upon her throbbing temples. " All day long the wheels are droning, turning, Their wind comes in our faces, Till our hearts turn, and our heads with pulses burning ; And the walls turn in their places ! Turns... | |
 | Alice Bradley Haven - 1850 - 358 páginas
...uttered Miss Barret's " Moan of the Children," as she pressed her hands upon her throbbing temples. "AD day long the wheels are droning, turning, Their wind comes in our faces, Till our hearts turn, and our heads with pulses burning ; And the walls turn in their places ! Turns... | |
 | M. Edgeworth Lazarus - 1852 - 146 páginas
...eyelids drooping, The reddest flower would look as pale as snow. For all day long we drag our burden, tiring, Through the coal-dark under-ground— Or all...wheels of iron In the factories round and round." Every organ grows and strengthens itself by its normal or harmonic action, which varies only within... | |
 | 1853 - 560 páginas
...to go ; And, underneath our heavy eyelids drooping, The reddest flower would look as pale as snow. For, all day, we drag our hurden tiring, Through the...wheels of iron In the factories, round and round. " For, all day, the wheels are droning, turning, — Their wind comes in our faces, — Till our hearts... | |
 | Elizabeth Barrett Browning - 1853 - 508 páginas
...heavy eyelids drooping, The reddest flower would look as pale as snow. For, all day, we drag our burden tiring Through the coal-dark, underground — Or,...wheels of iron In the factories, round and round. ' For, all day, the wheels are droning, turning, — Their wind comes in our faces, — Till our hearts... | |
 | Beautiful poetry - 1853 - 740 páginas
...heavy eyelids drooping, The reddest flower would look 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 " For, all day, the wheels are droning, turning, — Their wind comes in our faces, — Till our hearts... | |
 | Nehemiah Adams - 1854 - 234 páginas
...it were merely To lie down in them and sleep. — The reddest flowers would look as pale as snow." " All day long the wheels are droning, turning ; Their wind comes in our faces ; Till our hearts turn, and our heads with pulses burning, And the walls turn in their places. Turns... | |
 | Nehemiah Adams - 1854 - 230 páginas
...it were merely To lie down in them and sleep. — The reddest flowers would look as pale as snow." " All day long the wheels are droning, turning ; Their wind comes in our faces ; Till our hearts turn, and our heads with pulses burning, And the walls turn in then- places. Turns... | |
 | 1856 - 784 páginas
...eyelids, drooping, The reddest flowers would look as pale as snow. For all day we drag our burden, tiring, Through the coal-dark underground — Or,...wheels of iron In the factories, round and round. " For, all day, the wheels are droning, turning — Their wind comes in our faces — Till our hearts... | |
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