 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
 | 1843 - 1380 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,...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... | |
 | Elizabeth Barrett Browning - 1844 - 290 páginas
...sorely in the stooping — i day, we drag our burden tiring, Through the coal-dark, underground — uu day, we drive 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... | |
 | University magazine - 1845 - 772 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 — Thuir wind comes in our faces — * Poems by Elizabeth... | |
 | Daniel Kimball Whitaker, Milton Clapp, William Gilmore Simms, James Henley Thornwell - 1845 - 562 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... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 558 páginas
...eyelids drooping, The reddest flowers would look <и pale аз snow ; For all day, we drag our burden tiring. Through the coal-dark underground, Or, all day, we drive the wheels of iror In the factories round and round. " All day long the wheels are droning, turning, Their wind comes... | |
 | 1846 - 302 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...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... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1846 - 540 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, all day, we drive the wheels of iror In the factories round and round. " All day long the wheels are droning, turning. Their wind comes... | |
 | John Spence (jr.), Young physician - 1847 - 184 páginas
...picture of 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,...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... | |
 | 1848 - 808 páginas
...uttered Miss Barret's "Moan of the Children," as shepresed 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 beads with pulses burm.Tf And the walls turn in their places ! Turns... | |
 | Elizabeth Barrett Browning - 1850 - 596 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. VII. " For, all day, the wheels are droning, turning, — Their wind comes in our faces, — Till our... | |
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