 | Elizabeth Barrett Browning - 1877 - 354 páginas
...And that cannot stop their tears. The young lamhs are bleating in the meadows, The young birds fire 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!... | |
 | John Andrew Jennings - 1878 - 488 páginas
...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...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... | |
 | William Wilberforce Newton - 1878 - 116 páginas
...sorrow comes with years 1 They are leaning their young heads against • their mothers, — And that cannot stop their tears. The young lambs are bleating...are playing with the shadows, The young flowers are blowing toward the weat — But the young, young children, 0 my brothers, They are weeping bitterly... | |
 | Samuel Austin Allibone - 1878 - 788 páginas
...Ere the sorrow comes with years ? They arc leaning their young heads against their mothers, And that cannot stop their tears. The young lambs are bleating...are playing with the shadows, The young flowers are blowing toward the west — But the young, young children, O my brother, They are weeping bitterly... | |
 | Thomas Morrison (LL.D.) - 1878 - 328 páginas
...the sorrow comes with years ? They are leaning their young heads against their mothers, — And tlw,t cannot stop their tears. The young lambs are bleating...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... | |
 | Homer Baxter Sprague - 1874 - 462 páginas
...leaning their young heads against their mothers. And that cannot stop their tears. The young iambs are bleating in the meadows, The young birds are chirping...are playing with the shadows. The young flowers are blowing towards the weet;— But the young, young children, I) my brothers, They are weeping bitterly... | |
 | George Rhett Cathcart - 1878 - 446 páginas
...brothers, The young birds are chirping in the nest, The young fawns are playing with the shadows, And that cannot stop their tears. The young lambs are bleating in the meadows, They are weeping bitterly ! — They are weeping in the playtime of the others, In the country of the... | |
 | Henry George - 1879 - 600 páginas
...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...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... | |
 | Harriet Earhart Monroe - 1879 - 182 páginas
...restful sleep. Holding the sleeper close to his heart, and looking down on the pinched face, he said: "The young lambs are bleating in the meadows, The...chirping in the nest, The young fawns are playing in the shadows, The young flowers are blooming from the west ; But the young, young children, O my... | |
 | Joseph Cook - 1879 - 304 páginas
...daughter, summarized fifty years of discussion in Great Britain by these moving words : " The yonng lambs are bleating in the meadows, The young birds are chirping in their nest, The young fawns are playing with the shadows, The young flowers are blowing toward the... | |
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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 the... 
