 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 benumbed, As well as the weary hand.  Labor, with Preludes on Current Events - Page 182by Joseph Cook - 1880 - 295 pagesFull view - About this book
 | 1870 - 522 pages
...one, and the whole room is so gloomy and unattractive that the teacher might well sing with Hood, " That shattered roof, and this naked floor, A table...blank, my shadow I thank For sometimes falling there !" This picture is not overwrought. It falls far below the reality. That ghastly room at Dotheboye... | |
 | Philip Lawrence - 1870 - 422 pages
...My labor never flags ; And what are its wages ? A bed of straw, A crust of bread — and rags. This shattered roof — and this naked floor A table —...blank, my shadow I thank For sometimes falling there ! " Work — work — work ! From weary chime to chime, Work — work — work, Till the heart is sick,... | |
 | M. S. Mitchell - 1870 - 416 pages
...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 —...blank, my shadow I thank For sometimes falling there ! "Work — work — work! From weary chime to chime, Work — work — work — As prisoners work... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1871 - 968 pages
...; 0 God ! that bread should lie so dear, And flesh aud blood so cheap I " Work — work — work ! h more magnificent. Thou shalt lie down \Vithpatriarchs...world, — with kings, The powerful of the earth, ! ' ' Work — work — work ! From weary chime to chime I Work — work — work As prisoners work... | |
 | Thomas Hood - 1871 - 466 pages
...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...blank, my shadow I thank For sometimes falling there ! " Work — work — work ! From weary chime to chime, Work — work — work — As prisoners work... | |
 | Hunt - 1871 - 136 pages
...My labour never flags. A nd what are its wages ? A crust of bread and rags. That shattered roof — this naked floor — A table — a broken chair —...blank, my shadow I thank For sometimes falling there' 1. ' Nor joy nor sorrow enter here, Nor throbbing heart, no aching limb, No sun nor moon, nor stars... | |
 | Angela Gillespie, Member of the Order of the Holy Cross - 1871 - 664 pages
...? 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 so blank, my shadow I thank For sometimes falling there 1 7. Work — work — work ! From weary chime to chime ! Work — work — work, A prisoner's work... | |
 | Francis Henry Underwood - 1871 - 664 pages
...wages? A bed of straw, A crust of bread — and rags. That shattered roof — and this naked floorA table — a broken chair— And a wall so blank, my shadow I thank For sometimes falling thure ! " Work — work — work ! Fiom weary chime to chime, Work — work — work, As prisoners... | |
 | Robert Bell - 1872 - 420 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,...blank, my shadow I thank For sometimes falling there! " Work — work — work ! From weary chime to chime, Wo rk — wo rk — wo rk — As prisoners work... | |
 | Francis George Heath - 1872 - 108 pages
...woman sat in unwomanly rags, Plying her needle and thread. #*«.#* Work — work — work ! My labour never flags ; And what are its wages ? A bed of straw,...blank, my shadow I thank For sometimes falling there." Hood. THE story of George Mitchell, " the man from the plough," had thrown a really romantic interest... | |
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