 And, underneath our 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 day, we drive the wheels of iron In the factories, round and round.  The Sunday Magazine - Page 3031889Full view - About this book
 | American literature - 1846 - 302 pages
...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, and our heads with pulses burning, And the walls turn in their places ! Turns the sky in the high window... | |
 | John Spence (jr.), Young physician - England - 1847 - 160 pages
...long, 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...window blank and reeling — Turns the long light that droppeth down the wall — Turn the black flies that crawl along the ceiling — All are turning all... | |
 | John Spence (jr.), Young physician - England - 1847 - 184 pages
...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 turn, and our heads with pulses burning, And the walls turn in their places ! Turns the sky in the high window... | |
 | 1848 - 808 pages
...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 the sky in the high window,... | |
 | Robert Kemp Philp - 1864 - 1126 pages
...Like those of other large manufacturing towift the immolated children of Blackingham might say — " For all day the wheels are droning, turning, Their wind comes in our facea, Till our hearts turn, — our heads with pulses burning, And the walls turn in their places... | |
 | Alice Bradley Haven - American fiction - 1850 - 358 pages
...day long 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...window, blank and reeling ; Turns the long light that droopcth down the wall ; Turn the black flies that crawl along the ceiling — All are turning all... | |
 | 1850 - 1050 pages
...children, 1 That me die before our time.' " Was there ever keener pathos 2 And one more verse : — "For, all day the wheels are droning, turning, —...comes in our faces, — Till our hearts turn, — our hand, with pulses burning, And the walls turn in their places — Turns the sky in the high window... | |
 | Elizabeth Barrett Browning - Children's poetry, English - 1850 - 596 pages
...underground — Or, all day, we drive the wheels of iron In the factories, round and round. VII. " For, all day, the wheels are droning, turning, —...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... | |
 | Elizabeth Barrett Browning - 1850 - 318 pages
...coal-dark underground — Or, all day, we drive the wheels of iron In the factories, round and round. Till our hearts turn, — our heads, with pulses burning, And the walls turn in their places — Turns the fcky in (ha high window blank and reeling — Turns the long light that droppeth down the wall —... | |
 | Alice Bradley Haven - American fiction - 1850 - 358 pages
...Barret's " Moan of the Children," as she pressed her hands upon her throbbing temples. "AD day long 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 ! Turns tin; sky in the high... | |
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