The Poems Of Elizabeth Barrett Browning (volume 2) by Elizabeth Barrett BrowningThe Poems Of Elizabeth Barrett Browning (volume 2) by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

The Poems Of Elizabeth Barrett Browning (volume 2)

byElizabeth Barrett Browning

Paperback | January 5, 2012

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This historic book may have numerous typos, missing text, images, or index. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. 1874. Not illustrated. Excerpt: ... Mb Ora. 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 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 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 so? The old man may weep for his to-morrow Which is lost in Long Ago-- The old tree is leafless in the forest-- The old year is ending in the frost-- The old wound, if stricken, is the sorest-- The old hope is hardest to be lost: But the young, young children, O my brothers, Do you ask them why they stand Weeping sore before the bosoms of their mothers, In our happy Fatherland? They look up with their pale and sunken faces, And their looks are sad to see, For the man's hoary anguish draws and presses Down the cheeks of infancy-- ' Your old earth,' they say, 'is very dreary; Our young feet,' they say, 'are very weak! Few paces have we taken, yet are weary-- Our grave-rest is very far to seek: Ask the aged why they weep, and not the children, For the outside earth is cold, And we young ones stand without, in our bewildering, And the graves are for the old: 'True,' say the children, 'it may happen That we die before our time: Little Alice died last year--her grave is shapen Like a snowball, in the rime. We looked into the pit prepared to take her-- Was no room for any work in the close clay: From the sleep wherein she lieth nons will wake her Crying, ' Get up, little Alice! it i...
Title:The Poems Of Elizabeth Barrett Browning (volume 2)Format:PaperbackDimensions:92 pages, 9.69 × 7.44 × 0.19 inPublished:January 5, 2012Publisher:General Books LLCLanguage:English

The following ISBNs are associated with this title:

ISBN - 10:0217758258

ISBN - 13:9780217758253