 | Thomas Hood - 1846 - 672 sivua
...heart — But in their briny bed My tears must stop, for every drop Hinders needle and thread !" With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red,...and dirt ; And still with a voice of dolorous pitch — Would that its tone could reach the rich !— She sung this " Song of the shirt !" ... | |
 | 1846 - 302 sivua
...heart, But in their briny bed My tears must stop, for every drop Hinders needle and thread.'* With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red,...and dirt, And still with a voice of dolorous pitch, — Would that its tone could reach the Rich, — She sang this " Song of the Shirt." A STARVATION... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1846 - 540 sivua
...heart — But in their briny bed My tears must stop, for every drop Hinders needle and thread !" With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red,...and dirt ; And still with a voice of dolorous pitch — Would that its tone could reach the rich !— She sang this " Song of the Shirt !" SILENCE. TRERE... | |
 | Thomas Hood - 1849 - 430 sivua
...my heartBut in their briny bed My tears must stop, for every drop Hinders needle and thread !" With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red,...and dirt; And still with a voice of dolorous pitch — Would that its tone could reach the rich !— ,1 ... ... | |
 | Thomas Hood - 1849 - 424 sivua
...worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat, in unwomanly rags, Plying her needle and threadStitch ! stitch ! stitch ! In poverty, hunger, and dirt And...work ! work ! While the cock is crowing aloof! And work—work—work ! Till the stars shine through the roof! It's oh ! to be a slave Along with the... | |
 | Thomas King Greenbank - 1849 - 446 sivua
...all was o'er — Dead silence reign'd around — The clock struck four! THE SONG OF THE SHIRT. WITH fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red,...stitch — stitch ! In poverty, hunger, and dirt, COATES. " Work — work — work ! While the cock is crowing aloof! And work — work — work ! Till... | |
 | 1850 - 98 sivua
...are saved !' THE SONG OF THE SHIRT. Poetry by the late Thomas Hood.— Music by Henry BuMell. WITH fingers weary and worn. With eyelids heavy and red,...And still, with a voice of dolorous pitch, She sang I he song of the shirt: — Work, work, work, While the cock is crowing aloof; And work, work, work,... | |
 | Charles Dexter Cleveland - 1851 - 780 sivua
...'tis little joy To know I'm farther off from heaven Than when I was a boy. THE SONG OF THE SHIRT. With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red,...It's oh! to be a slave Along with the barbarous Turk, Where woman has never a soul to save. If THIS is Christian work ! 40* " Work — work — work ! Till... | |
 | Edward Hughes - 1851 - 362 sivua
...discourse, that looks before and after.' He ceases to be a man, and becomes a thing." — Parker. WITH fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red,...work ! Till the stars shine through the roof! It's O ! to be a slave Along with the barbarous Turk, Where woman has never a soul to save, If this is Christian... | |
 | Charles Dexter Cleveland - 1851 - 768 sivua
...heart — But in their briny bed My tears must stop, for every drop Hinders needle and thread!" With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red,...and dirt ; And still with a voice of dolorous pitch — Would that its tone could reach the rich ! — She sung this " Song of the Shirt !" THE LADY'S... | |
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With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat in unwomanly rags Plying her needle and thread — Stitch ! stitch ! stitch ! In poverty, hunger and dirt, And still with a voice of dolorous pitch, Would that its tone could reach the... 
