 | 1843 - 832 trang
...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... | |
 | Elizabeth Barrett Browning - 1844 - 290 trang
...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... | |
 | 1845 - 694 trang
...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... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 558 trang
...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... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1846 - 540 trang
...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... | |
 | 1846 - 302 trang
...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... | |
 | 1846 - 308 trang
...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... | |
 | John Spence (jr.), Young physician - 1847 - 184 trang
...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... | |
 | Elizabeth Barrett Browning - 1850 - 318 trang
...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... | |
 | David Macbeth Moir - 1851 - 398 trang
...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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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... 
