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" Week in, week out, from morn till night, You can hear his bellows blow : You can hear him swing his heavy sledge, With measured beat and slow, Like a sexton ringing the village bell When the evening sun is low. "
Select English poetry, with notes by E. Hughes - 98 ÆäÀÌÁö
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The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction, 43±Ç

1844 - 454 ÆäÀÌÁö
...face, For he owes not any man. Week hi, week out, from morn till night, You can hear his bellows blow ; You can hear him swing his heavy sledge, With measured...school Look in at the open door ; They love to see the naming forge, Aid hear the bellows roar, And catch the burning sparks that fly, Like chaff from a threshing...
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American Monthly Knickerbocker, 16±Ç

1840 - 576 ÆäÀÌÁö
...him swing his heavy sledge, With measured beat and slow, Like a sexton tinging the old kirk chimes When the evening sun is low. And children coming home...catch the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a threshing-floor. He goes on Sunday to the church, And sits among his boys; He hears the parson pray...
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American Monthly Knickerbocker, 16±Ç

1840 - 566 ÆäÀÌÁö
...sledge, With measured beat and slow, Like a sexton tinging the old kirk chimes When the evening aun is low. And children coming home from school Look...catch the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a threshing-floor. He goes on Sunday to the church, And sits among his boys; He hears the parson pray...
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American Monthly Knickerbocker, 16±Ç

1840 - 560 ÆäÀÌÁö
...chimes When the 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...catch the burning 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...
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Bentley's Miscellany, 7±Ç

1841 - 744 ÆäÀÌÁö
...swing his heavy sledge With measured beat and slow, — Like a sexton ringing the old kirk-chimes, When the evening sun is low. And children coming home...school Look in at the open door; They love to see the naming forge, And hear the bellows roar, And catch the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a threshing-floor....
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Ballads and Other Poems

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1842 - 148 ÆäÀÌÁö
...face, For he owes not any man. Week in, week out, from morn till night, You can hear his bellows blow ; You can hear him swing his heavy sledge, With measured...catch the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a threshing floor. He goes on Sunday to the church, And sits among his boys ; He hears the parson pray...
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The Monthly Review

1842 - 610 ÆäÀÌÁö
...face, For he owes not any man. Week in, week out, from morn till night, You can hear his bellows blow ; You can hear him swing his heavy sledge, With measured...catch the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a threshing-floor. He goes on Sunday to the church, And sits among his boys ; He hears the parson pray...
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The Poets and Poetry of America: With an Historical Introduction

Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1842 - 638 ÆäÀÌÁö
...face, For he owes not any man. Week in, week out, from morn till night, You can hear his bellows blow ; You can hear him swing his heavy sledge, With measured...the flaming forge, And hear the bellows roar, And cateh the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a threshing-floor. He goes on Sunday to the chureh,...
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United States Magazine and Democratic Review, 13±Ç

1843 - 708 ÆäÀÌÁö
...For he owes not any man. Week in, week out, from morn till night, You can hear his bellows blow ji You can hear him swing his heavy sledge, With measured...catch the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a threshing-floor. He goes on Sunday to the church, And sits among his boys ; He hears the parson pray...
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The Poets and Poetry of America

Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1843 - 558 ÆäÀÌÁö
...face, For he owes not any man. Week in, week out, from morn till night, You can hoar his bellows blow ; You can hear him swing his heavy sledge, With measured...catch the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a threshing-floor. He goes on Sunday to the church, And sits among his boys ; He hears the parson pray...
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