 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 558 стор.
...playing in the shadows, The young flowers are blowing from the west ; But the young, young children, О my brothers ! They are weeping bitterly ! They are weeping in the playtime of the others, In the country of the free. Do you question the young children in their sorrow, Why their tears are falling... | |
 | John Spence (jr.), Young physician - 1847 - 184 стор.
...are playing with the shadows, The young 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 — In the country of the free." Listen now to the language of encouragement to children, and their reply:... | |
 | David Macbeth Moir - 1851 - 398 стор.
...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 weeping in the playtime of the others, In the country of the free. For all day the wheels are droning, turning— Their wind comes in our faces,... | |
 | Chambers W. and R., ltd - 1852 - 1482 стор.
...young fawns are playing with the shadows ; The young flowers are blowing towards the west. But the young, young children, 0 my brothers ! They are weeping...country of the free. For all day the wheels are droning, turning; Their wind comes in our faces Till our hearts turn—our heads with pulses burning, And the... | |
 | Elizabeth Barrett Browning - 1853 - 508 стор.
...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...They are weeping in the playtime of the others, In the country of the free. ii. The old man may weep for his to-morrow Which is lost in Long Ago— The... | |
 | William S. Forrest - 1853 - 498 стор.
...young fawns are playing with the shadows, The young flowers are blowing towards the west. " But the young, young children, 0 my brothers ! They are weeping...They are weeping in the playtime of the others, In the country of the free." The first Sabbath School in this place was formed in the spring of this year,... | |
 | Beautiful poetry - 1853 - 740 стор.
...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. Do you question the young children in the sorrow, Why their tears are falling... | |
 | Elizabeth Barrett Browning - 1853 - 298 стор.
...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. Do you question the young children in the sorrow, Why their tears are falling... | |
 | Elizabeth Oakes Prince Smith - 1854 - 358 стор.
...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...They are weeping in the playtime of the others, In the country of the free. Elizabeth B. Browning. Bertha has more than once spoken to me of the Alms... | |
 | Henry Reed - 1855 - 404 стор.
...shadows, The young flowers are blowing toward the West; * Poems by Frances Anne Kemble, p. 151. But the young, young children, 0 my brothers, They are weeping...They are weeping in the playtime of the others, In the country of the free. » * * * * * They look up with their pale and sunken faces, And their look... | |
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young, young children, 0 my brothers ! They are weeping bitterly ; They are weeping in the play-time of the others, In this country of the free. For all day the wheels are droning, 
