... us in the after ages wrong, But for ever throb and whisper strength to nerve our fellow kind As they rise to fill our footsteps and the space we leave behind. What though hand and form be rugged? better then for labour's mart— I have never heard... A Song of Labour, and Other Poems - Seite 1von Alexander Anderson - 1873 - 200 SeitenVollansicht - Über dieses Buch
| Alexander Anderson - 1878 - 190 Seiten
...better then for Labour's mart — I have never heard that Nature changed the colour of the heart — For the God above hath made us one in flesh and blood...as the sun-brown'd giant stands Like an Atlas with this planet shaking in his mighty hands ; Brawny arm'd, and broad, and swarthy, keeping in with shout... | |
| Walter Lewin - 1880 - 368 Seiten
...strength to nerve our fellow-kind As they rise to fill our footsteps and the space we leave behind. 268 What though hand and form be rugged ? better then...things. Then, my brothers, sing to Labour, as the sun-browned giant stands, Like an Atlas with the world shaking in his mighty hands; Brawny armed and... | |
| Scottish poets - 1880 - 396 Seiten
...better then for labour's mart— I have never heard that Nature changed the colour of the heart— I'he God above hath made us one in flesh and blood with...ours, and all the force of rougher things. Then, my brother, sing to Labour, as the sun-browned giant stands, Like an Atlas with the world shaking in his... | |
| David Herschell Edwards - 1880 - 400 Seiten
...better then for labour's mart— I have never heard that Nature changed the colour of the heart — I'he God above hath made us one in flesh and blood with...ours, and all the force of rougher things. Then, my brother, sing to Labour, as the sun-browned giant stands, Like an Atlas with the world shaking in his... | |
| Finniswood - 1880 - 254 Seiten
...?—better then for Labour's mart— I have never heard that Nature changed the colour of the heart— For the God above hath made us one in flesh and blood...use is ours, and all the force of rougher things." * And so when William Chester was buried, David Linton mourned with a most sincere grief. He rejoiced... | |
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