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" Work - work - work! From weary chime to chime, Work - work - work As prisoners work for crime! Band, and gusset, and seam, Seam, and gusset, and band, Till the heart is sick, and the brain benumb'd, As well as the weary hand. "
Work, Or, Plenty to Do and how to Do it - Page 62
by Margaret Maria Gordon - 1854
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Friendship, Love, and Truth: Containing Articles Illustrative of the ...

1849 - 314 pages
...NEW YORK, August, 1846. I. w. THE WIDOW'S FRIEND, BY TH MATTESON. "Work — work — work! My labor never flags ; And what are its wages ? A bed of straw. A i-rnst of bread — and rags: A shattered roof — and this naked floor — A table — a broken chair...
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Eliza Cook's Journal, Volume 3

Eliza Cook - 1850 - 432 pages
...If this is Christian work ! " And all peace to his soul for directing attention to " That shattered roof— and this naked floor — A table — a broken...blank, my shadow I thank For sometimes falling there ! " and to similar dens where, as now, " With fingers weary and worn, \Vith eyelids heavy and red,...
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Lectures Delivered Before the Young Men's Christian Association ..., Volume 13

Young Men's Christian Associations (London, England) - 1858 - 580 pages
...scam, Till over the buttons she falls asleep, And sows them on in a dream ! Work — work — work Her labour never flags, And what are its wages ? — A bed of straw, A crust of bread and rags. That shatter 'd roof— and that naked floor, A table— a broken chair — And a wall so blank, her shadow...
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Select English poetry, with notes by E. Hughes

Edward Hughes - 1851 - 362 pages
...keep, Oh, God ! that bread should be so dear, And flesh and blood so cheap ! " Work ! work ! work ! My labour never flags ; And what are its wages ? a bed...blank, my shadow I thank For sometimes falling there ! "Work! work! work! From weary chime to chime, Work ! work ! work ! As prisoners work for crime !...
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English Literature of the Nineteenth Century ...

Charles Dexter Cleveland - 1851 - 780 pages
...never flags ; And what are its wages ? A bed of straw, A crust of bread — and rags : A shattered roof — and this naked floor — A table — a broken...blank my shadow I thank For sometimes falling there ! 11 Work— work— work ! From weary chime to chime ; Work — work — work I As prisoners work...
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English Literature of the Nineteenth Century ...

Charles Dexter Cleveland - 1851 - 768 pages
...! that bread should be so dear, And flesh and blood so cheap I " Work — work — work 1 My labor never flags ; And what are its wages ? A bed of straw, A crust of bread — and rags : A shattered roof — and this naked floor — A table — a broken chair—- And a wall so blank...
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Rural Repository, Volumes 20-21

1843 - 424 pages
...God ! that bread should be so dear, And flesh and blood so cheap! " Work — work — work ! My labor never flags ! And what are its wages! A bed of straw, A erusl of bread — and rags. That shattered roof— and this naked floor — A table — a broken chair...
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Christian Pamphlets, Volume 7

1852 - 1080 pages
...keep, Oh ! God ! that bread should be so dear. And flesh and blood so cheap 1 Work—work—work ; My labour never flags; And what are its wages ? A bed of straw, A crust of bread—and rags. That shatter'd roof—and this naked floor A table—a broken chair— And a wall...
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The Wheat-sheaf; Or, Gleanings for the Wayside and Fireside ...

1853 - 442 pages
...keep, Alas ! that bread should be so dear, And flesh and blood so cheap ! " Work — work — work ! My labour never flags : And what are its wages ? a bed of straw, A crust of bread — and rags ! That shattered roof — and this naked floor — A table — a broken chair — And a wall so blank, my...
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Poets of England and America: Being Selections from the Best Authors of Both ...

1853 - 560 pages
...! God ! that bread should be so dear, And flesh and blood so cheap ! " Work — work — work ! My labour never flags ; And what are its wages ? A bed of straw, A crust of bread, and rags. That shattered roof, and this naked floor— A table — a broken chair — A wall so blank, my shadow I...
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