For, all day, the wheels are droning, turning; Their wind comes in our faces, Till our hearts turn, our head, with pulses burning, And the walls turn in their places: Turns the sky in the high window blank and reeling, Turns the long light that drops... Fraser's Magazine for Town and Country - Page 179edited by - 1851Full view - About this book
| 1843 - 832 pages
...reddest flower would look as pale as gnow. For, all day, we drag our hurden 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 1 Till our hearts... | |
| 1843 - 1380 pages
...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 In the factories, round and round. " All day long, the wheels are droning, turning — Their wind comes in our faces ! Till our hearts... | |
| Elizabeth Barrett Browning - 1844 - 290 pages
...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,...comes in our faces, — Till our hearts turn, — our heads, with pulses burning, And the walls turn in their places — Turns the sky in the high window... | |
| 1844 - 648 pages
...time others of her writings have Ъееп by that means widely circulated through the United States. " All day, the wheels are droning, turning,— Their...comes in our faces, — Till our hearts turn, — our heads, with pulses burning, And the walls turn in their placesTurns the slcy in the high window blank... | |
| 1844 - 638 pages
...time others of her writings have been by that means widely circulated through the United States. « All day, the wheels are droning, turning,— Their...comes in our faces, — Till our hearts turn, — our heads, with pulses burning, And the walls turn in their places— Turns the sky in the high window... | |
| Daniel Kimball Whitaker, Milton Clapp, William Gilmore Simms, James Henley Thornwell - 1845 - 562 pages
...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...comes in our faces ; Till our hearts turn, — our heads, with pulses burning, And the walls turn in their places, — Turns the sky in the high window... | |
| University magazine - 1845 - 772 pages
...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...round. " For, all day, the wheels are droning, turning — Thuir wind comes in our faces — * Poems by Elizabeth Barrett Barrett, author of the " Seraphim,"... | |
| 1846 - 308 pages
...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...window blank and reeling, Turns the long light that droopeth down the wall, Turn the black flies that crawl along the ceiling, All are turning all the... | |
| 1846 - 302 pages
...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 In the factories round and round. All day long the wheels are droning, turning, Their wind comes in our faces ! Till our hearts turn,... | |
| John Spence (jr.), Young physician - 1847 - 184 pages
...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, round and round ; All day long, the wheels are droning, turning — Their wind comes in our faces ! Till our hearts... | |
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