 Come to me, O ye children ! And whisper in my ear What the birds and the winds are singing In your sunny atmosphere. For what are all our contrivings, And the wisdom of our books, When compared with your caresses, And the gladness of your looks ? Ye are...  Some Minor Chords - Сторінка 93автори: Alice Johnson Jones - 1909 - 119 стор.Повний перегляд - Докладніше про цю книгу
 | 1868 - 100 стор.
...with your caresses And the gladness of your looks ? Ye are better than all the ballads That ever were sung or said ; For ye are living poems, And all the rest are dead. WGS l'íS N PUBLIC : ) } .J;.-lt ». «V» IN» l j ч- .\ •. • ....N- j LONDON PRIDE AND GOLDEN... | |
 | 1876 - 396 стор.
...with your caresses, And the gladness of your looks ? Ye are better than all the ballads That ever were sung or said ; For ye are living poems, And all the rest are dead. Now is not this a very beautiful song ? Many children little know how deeply they are loved by their... | |
 | S.D. Harris - 1858 - 400 стор.
...When compared with your caresses, And the gladness of your looks f Ye are better than all the ballads That were ever sung or said ; For ye are living poems, And all the rest are dead. IN THE WOODS.—Did you ever sit by a camp fire of your own kindling, and watch the smoke as it grew... | |
 | Thomas Buckley Smith - 1858 - 310 стор.
...with your caresses, And the gladness of your looks ? Ye are better than all the ballads That ever were sung or said ; For ye are living poems, And all the rest are dead. LONGFELLOW. MORAL BEAUTY. 'Tls not alone in the flush of morn, In the cowslip-bell, or the blossom... | |
 | Frederick Saunders - 1859 - 432 стор.
...your caresses, And the gladness of your looks ? " Ye are better than all the ballads That ever were sung or said ; For ye are living poems, And all the rest are dead." " Children may teach us one blessed, one enviable art — the art of being easily happy. Kind nature... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1859 - 136 стор.
...with jour caresses, And the gladness of your looks ? Ye are better than all the ballads That ever were sung or said ; For ye are living poems, And all the rest are dead. MY LOST YOUTH. OFTEN I think of the beautiful town That is seated by the sea ; Often in thought go... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1859 - 724 стор.
...with your caresses, And the gladness of your looks P Ye are better than all the ballads That ever were sung or said; For ye are living poems, And all the rest are dead. SANDALPHON. HAVE you read in the Talmud of old, In the Legends the Rabbins have told Of the limitless... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, John Gilbert - 1860 - 448 стор.
...with your caresses, And the gladness of your looks? Ye are better than all the ballads That ever were sung or said ; For ye are living poems, And all the rest are dead. MY LOST YOUTH. OFTEN I think of the beautiful town That is seated by the sea ; Often in thought go... | |
 | 1861 - 320 стор.
...with your caresses, And the gladness of your looks ? Ye are better than all the ballads That ever were sung or said; For ye are living poems, And all the rest are dead. • LONGFELLOW. PART I. CHILDREN. THE BABY. ANOTHER little wave Upon the sea of life ; Another soul... | |
 | Thomas Shorter - 1861 - 438 стор.
...with your caresses, And the gladness of your looks ? Ye are better than all the ballads That ever were sung or said ; For ye are living poems, And all the rest are dead. LONGFELLOW. O THOU bright thing, fresh from the hand of God ; The motions of thy dancing limbs are... | |
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