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" DO ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers, Ere the sorrow comes with years ? They are leaning their young heads against their mothers, And that cannot stop their tears. The young lambs are bleating in the meadows, The young birds are chirping in... "
Blackwood's Magazine - Страница 260
1843
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Blackwood's Magazine, Том 54

1843
...mothers, And that cannot stop their tears. The young lamhs are hleating in the meadows, The young hirds are chirping in the nest, The young fawns are playing with the shadows, The young flowers arc hlowing from the west ; But the young young children, O my hrothers! They are weeping hitterly...

The Poems of Elizabeth Barrett Browning

1844
...the sorrow comes with years ? They are leaning their young heads against their mothers, — And that cannot stop their tears. The young lambs are bleating...playing with the shadows ; The young flowers are blowing toward the west — But the young, young children, O my brothers, They are weeping bitterly ! — They...

The Oxford and Cambridge review, Том 1

1845
...the sorrow comes with years '.' They are leaning their young heads against their mothers, And that cannot stop their tears. ' The young lambs are bleating...playing with the shadows ; The young flowers are blowing towards the west. ' But the young young children, 0 my brothers ! They are weeping bitterly ! They...

The Poets and Poetry of England, in the Nineteenth Century

Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 504 страници
...Ere the sorrow comes with years ? mothers, They are leaning their young heads against their And that cannot stop their tears. The young lambs are bleating...chirping in the nest, The young fawns are playing in the shadows, The young flowers are blowing from the west ; But the young, young children, O my brothers...

The Poets and Poetry of England: In the Nineteenth Century

Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1846 - 504 страници
...Ere the sorrow comes with years ? mothers, They arc leaning their young heads against their And that cannot stop their tears. The young lambs are bleating...chirping in the nest, The young fawns are playing in the shadows, The young flowers are blowing from the west ; But the young, young children, 0 my brothers...

Voices of the True-hearted

1846 - 288 страници
...years » They are leaning their young heads against their And that cannot stop their tears. [mothers, The young lambs are bleating in the meadows, The young...chirping in the nest, The young fawns are playing in the shadows, But the young, young children, O my brothers ! They are weeping bitterly ! They are...

Voices of the True-hearted

1846 - 288 страници
...are bleating in the meadows, The young birds are chirping in the nest, The young fawns are playing in the shadows, The young flowers are blowing from the West ; But the young, young children, 0 my brothers ! They are weeping bitterly ! They are weeping in the play-time of the others, In the...

Ship and Shore: Or, Pencil Sketches on a Recent Voyage To, and a Tour In ...

John Spence (jr.) - 1847 - 148 страници
...Ere the sorrow comes with years, They are leaning their young heads against their mothers, And that cannot stop their tears. The young lambs are bleating...flowers are blowing from the west ; But the young children, O my brothers ! They are weeping bitterly ! They are weeping in the play-time of the others...

The Poems of Elizabeth Barrett Browning ...

Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Henry Theodore Tuckerman - 1850
...the sorrow comes with years ? They are leaning their young heads against their mothers, — And that cannot stop their tears. The young lambs are bleating...playing with the shadows ; The young flowers are blowing toward the west — But the young, young children, O my brothers, They are weeping bitterly ! — They...

Sketches of the Poetical Literature of the Past Half-century in Six Lectures

David Macbeth Moir - 1851 - 330 страници
...Ere the sorrow comes with years ? They are leaning their young heads against their mothers', And that cannot stop their tears. The young lambs are bleating...playing with the shadows, The young flowers are blowing towards the west; But the young, young children, oh my brothers, They are weeping bitterly ! They are...




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