 | John Thelwall - 1810 - 230 strani
...bow'd-down soul, full well ye ken the day 10 Which week, smooth sliding after week, brings on Too-soon; for to that day nor peace belongs Nor comfort. Ere the first gray streak of dawn, The red-arm'd Washers come and chase repose. Nor pleasant smile, nor quaint device... | |
 | Richard Alfred Davenport - 1824 - 406 strani
...with rueful face ; Come, Muse, and sing the dreaded Washing Day. • J. Philips. Ye who beneath tin- yoke of wedlock bend With bowed soul, full well ye...day nor peace belongs Nor comfort ; ere the first gray streak of dawn, The red-arm'd washers come and chase repose. Nor pleasant smile nor quaint device... | |
 | Mrs. Barbauld (Anna Letitia), Lucy Aikin - 1825 - 450 strani
...the mire By little whimpering boy, with rueful face ; Come, Muse, and sing the dreaded Washing-Day. Ye who beneath the yoke of wedlock bend, With bowed...nor peace belongs Nor comfort ; — ere the first gray streak of dawn, The red-armed washers come and chase repose. Nor pleasant smile, nor quaint device... | |
 | Poetic gleanings - 1827 - 182 strani
...Come, Muse, and sing the dreaded Washing-day. Ye, who beneath the yoke of wedlock bend, With bow'd-down soul, full well ye ken the day, Which week, smooth...brings on Too soon ; for to that day nor peace belongs N or comfort. Ere the first gray streak of dawn The red-arm'd washers come and chase repose. Nor pleasant... | |
 | George Barrell Cheever - 1830 - 516 strani
...the mire By little whimpering boy, with rueful face ; Come, Muse, and sing the dreaded Washing-Day. Ye who beneath the yoke of wedlock bend, , With bowed...nor peace belongs Nor comfort ; — ere the first gray streak of dawn, The red-armed washers come and chase repose. Nor pleasant smile, nor quaint device... | |
 | Samuel Putnam - 1836 - 226 strani
...the mire By little whimpering boy, with rueful face ; Come, Muse, and sing the dreaded YVashing-Day. Ye who beneath the yoke of wedlock bend, With bowed...nor peace belongs Nor comfort ; — ere the first gray streak of dawn, The red-armed washers come and chase repose. Nor pleasant smile, nor quaint device... | |
 | Sarah Josepha Buell Hale - 1837 - 426 strani
...the mire By little whimpering boy, with rueful face ; Come, Muse, and sing the dreaded Washing-day. Ye who beneath the yoke of wedlock bend, With bowed...nor peace belongs Nor comfort ; — ere the first gray streak of dawn, The red-armed washers come and chase repose. Nor pleasant smile, nor quaint device... | |
 | John Aikin, John Frost - 1838 - 752 strani
...; Come, muse, and sing the dreaded washing-day. Ye who heneath the yoke of wedlock hend, With how'd s gmy streak of dawn. The red-arm'd washers come and chase repose. Nor pleasant smile, nor quaint device... | |
 | John Aikin - 1838 - 750 strani
...face; Come, muse, and sing the dreaded washing-day. Ye who beneath the yoke of wedlock bend, With how'd soul, full well ye ken the day Which week, smooth sliding after week, brings on Too soon;—for to that day nor peace belongs Nor comfort;—ere the first gray streak of dawn, The red-arm'd... | |
 | John Aikin - 1838 - 796 strani
...muse, and sing the dreaded washing-flay. Ye who beneath Ihe yoke of wedlock bend, With bow'd foul, Of 1 «oon ;— for to that day nor pence belongs Nor comfort ; — ere the first gray streak of dawn, The... | |
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With bowed soul, full well ye ken the day Which week, smooth sliding after week, brings on Too soon ; — for to that day nor peace belongs Nor comfort ; — ere the first gray streak of dawn, The red-armed washers come and chase repose. 
