| 1884 - 100 páginas
...their tears. The young 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 west: But the young, young children, oh my brothers, They are weeping bitterly! They are... | |
| Elizabeth Barrett Browning - 1884 - 284 páginas
...their tears. The young lambs are bleating in the meadows, The young birds are 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... | |
| Samuel Wainwright - 1884 - 416 páginas
...their tears. The young lambs are bleating in the meadows, The young birds are 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, 0 my brothers, They are weeping bitterly ! They... | |
| Hamilton Association - 1884 - 764 páginas
...their tears." The young lambs are bleating in the meadows. The young birds are chirping in the nest ; The young fawns are playing with the shadows, The young flowers are blooming towards the West. But the young, young children, O my brothers. They are weeping bitterly;... | |
| David Charles Bell - 1885 - 344 páginas
...their tears. The young lambs are bleating in the meadows ; the young birds are 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... | |
| Edwin Hodder - 1886 - 566 páginas
...kind of life. The young lambs are bleating in the meadows, The young birds arc 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 brothel's, They are weeping bitterly ! They are... | |
| Elizabeth Barrett Browning - 1886 - 642 páginas
...their tears. The young lambs are bleating in the meadows; The young birds are 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... | |
| Edwin Hodder - 1886 - 582 páginas
...kind of life. The young lambs are bleating in the meadows, The young birds are chirking 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... | |
| John Henry Ingram - 1888 - 296 páginas
...their tears. The young lambs are bleating in the meadows, The young birds are chirping in the nest ; The young fawns are playing with the shadows, The...towards 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... | |
| |