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" 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 - Page 261
1843
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Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 54

1843
...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...
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The Poems of Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Volume 2

Elizabeth Barrett Browning - 1844
...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...
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The Dublin university magazine

University magazine - 1845
...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...
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Southern Quarterly Review, Volume 7

Daniel Kimball Whitaker, Milton Clapp, William Gilmore Simms, James Henley Thornwell - 1845
...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...
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The Poets and Poetry of England: In the Nineteenth Century

Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 504 pages
...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...
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Voices of the True-hearted

1846 - 288 pages
...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...
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The Poets and Poetry of England: In the Nineteenth Century

Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1846 - 504 pages
...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...
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Ship and Shore: Or, Pencil Sketches on a Recent Voyage To, and a Tour In ...

John Spence (jr.), Young physician - 1847 - 148 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,...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...
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Graham's Magazine, Volumes 32-33

1848
...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...
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The Poems of Elizabeth Barrett Browning: With Memoir, Etc

Elizabeth Barrett Browning - 1850 - 551 pages
...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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