 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 Edinburgh Magazine - Страница 1691843Пълен достъп - Информация за книгата
 | Henry Reed - 1855 - 424 страници
...Ere the sorrow comes with years ? They are leaning their young heads against their mother?, And that cannot stop their tears. The young lambs are bleating...playing with the shadows, The young flowers are blowing toward the West j * Poems by Frances Anne Komble, p. 151. f Landor'8 Lines to " The Author of Mary... | |
 | Henry Reed - 1855 - 404 страници
...leaning their young heads against their mothers, And ihat cannot stop their tears. The young lamhs are bleating in the meadows, The young birds are chirping...playing with the shadows, The young flowers are blowing toward the West ; * Poems by Frances Anne Kemble, p. 151. f Lander's Linos to " The Author of Mary... | |
 | Henry Reed - 1855 - 428 страници
...Kemble, p. 151. f Landor's Lines to " The Author of Mary Barton," in the Examiner, March 17, 1849. But the young, young children, O my brothers, They are weeping bitterly ; They are weeping in the playtime of the others, In the country of the free. »»*»** They look up... | |
 | David Macbeth Moir - 1856 - 362 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...in the meadows, The young birds are chirping in the nesfc, The young fawns are playing with the shadows, The young flowers are blowing towards the west... | |
 | Kenelm Henry Digby - 1856 - 368 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 in the meadows, The young birds are chirping hi the nest, The young fawns are playing with the shadows, The young flowers are blowing toward the... | |
 | Elizabeth Barrett Browning - 1856 - 320 страници
...chirping in the nest, The young fawns are 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 are weeping in the playtime of the others, In the country of the free. n. The old man may weep... | |
 | Henry Reed - 1857 - 242 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 toward the West ; But the young, young children, 0 my brothers, They are weeping bitterly ; They are... | |
 | 1857 - 614 страници
...locust and the willow, in God's Acre ; when " The young Iambs are playing in the meadows, The voting birds are chirping in the nest ; The young fawns are playing with the shadows, And the young flowers arc blowing toward the west," let ELLA, kneeling by the honored grave of Genius,... | |
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...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, 0 my brothers, They are weeping bitterly ! They are... | |
 | Henry Reed - 1858 - 424 страници
...Kemble, p. 151. f Landor's Lines to " The Author of Mary Barton," in the Examiner, March 17, 1849. But the young, young children, O my brothers, They are weeping bitterly ; They are weeping in the playtime of the others, In the country of the free. • '•••• They... | |
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