 King, and royal craftsmen we ; Strike in, strike in, the sparks begin to dull their rustling red!" Our hammers ring with sharper din, our work will soon be sped ; Our anchor soon must change his bed of fiery rich array...  Noctes Ambrosianæ - Page 34by John Wilson - 1863Full view - About this book
 | Samuel Lover - 1884 - 458 pages
...moves his head, as tho' he said, "Fear nothing— here am I. " Swing in your strokes in order, let foot and hand keep time ; Your blows make music sweeter far than any steeple's chime. But, while you sling your sledges, sing — and let the burthen be, The anchor is the anvil king, and royal craftsmen... | |
 | Education - 1898 - 326 pages
...moves his head, as though he said, "Fear nothing — here am I!" Swing in your strokes in order; let foot and hand keep time, Your blows make music sweeter far than any sieeple's chime; But while ye sling your sledges, sing; and let the burthen be, The anchor is the anvil... | |
 | English poetry - 1885 - 668 pages
...moves his head, as though he said, "Fear nothing — here am I ! " Swing in your strokes in order ! let foot and hand keep time; Your blows make music sweeter...But while ye swing your sledges, sing; and let the burden be, The anchor is the anvil king, and royat craftsmen we ! Strike in, strike in ! — the sparks... | |
 | Elocution - 1885 - 332 pages
...moves his head, as though he said, "Fear nothing, — here ami!" Swing in your strokes in order, let foot and hand keep time, Your blows make music sweeter...But while ye swing your sledges, sing; and let the burden be, The anchor is the Anvil King, and royal craftsmen we; Strike in, strike in, the sparks begin... | |
 | Phineas Garrett - Readers - 1885 - 988 pages
...moves his head, as though lie said, " Fear nothing — here am I !" Swing in your strokes in order, let foot and hand keep time, Your blows make music sweeter far than any steeple's chime. But, while you sling your sledges, sing, and let the burden be, The anchor is the anvil king, and royal craftsmen... | |
 | Illustrated poems - 1885 - 370 pages
...! Hurrah ! the jetted lightnings are hissing high and low! — "Swing in your strokes in order, let foot and hand keep time ; Your blows make music sweeter far than any steeple's chime. But while you sling your sledges, sing — and let the burden be, ' The anchor is the anvil king, and royal craftsmen... | |
 | English poetry - 1887 - 842 pages
...save when ye pitch sky high. Then moves his head, as tho' he said, Swing in your strokes in order, let foot and hand keep time ; Your blows make music sweeter far than any steeple's chime ; But, while ye sling your sledges, sing — and let the burden be, The anchor is the anvil king, and royal craftsmen... | |
 | Henry Davenport Northrop - American literature - 1888 - 712 pages
...moves his head, as though he said, " Fear nothing — here am I." Swing in your strokes in order, let foot and hand keep time: Your blows make music sweeter far than any steeple's chime. But while you sling your sledges, sing — and let the burthen be, The anchor is the anvil king, and royal craftsmen... | |
 | Samuel Ferguson - English poetry - 1888 - 226 pages
...moves his head, as though he said " Fear nothing — here am I." Swing in your strokes in order, let foot and hand keep time ; Your blows make music sweeter far than any steeple's But, while you sling your sledges, sing — and let the burthen be, The anchor is the anvil-king, and... | |
 | Charles Anderson Dana - American poetry - 1890 - 976 pages
...moves his head, as though he said, "Fear nothing — here am I ! " Swing in your strokes in order ! let foot and hand keep time ; Your blows make music sweeter...chime. But while ye swing your sledges, sing : and let th>' burthen be — The anchor is the anvil king, and royal craftsmen we ! Strike in, strike in ! —... | |
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