 | 1868 - 100 psl.
...love, it is in the blank and helpless despair that follows the death-sleep of an angel little one. Come to me, O ye children, For I hear you at your play,...questions that perplexed me Have vanished quite away. For what are all our contri Tinge , And the wisdom of our books, When compared with your caresses And... | |
 | 1864 - 704 psl.
...scholar. Well saya the philosopher "across the water " to his little ones at home — " Come to rae, O my children, For I hear you at your play, And the questions that perplexed me Have vanished quite away." But whither are these little pilgrims journeying, of whom the Saviour said, " Of euch are the kingdom... | |
 | 1860 - 1246 psl.
...Word. " By their fruits ye shall know them." CHILDREN. гном LONGFELLOW'S NEW vomits OF posies. COMB to me, O ye children ; For I hear you at your play,...quite away. Ye open the Eastern windows, That look toward the sun, Where thoughts are singing swallows, And the brooks of morning run. In your hearts... | |
 | 1876 - 396 psl.
...seated on her Grandpa's knee. And to-day, he is repeating the following little poem, — Come to me, 0 ye children ! For I hear you at your play, And the...are the birds and the sunshine, In your thoughts the brooklets flow. But in mine is the wind of autumn , And the first fall of the snow. Ah ! what would... | |
 | S.D. Harris - 1858 - 400 psl.
...the grate. EMMA DR TCTTLE. Walnut Grove Farm, Oct., 1858. CHILDREN. BY III-.NUV W. LONGFELLOW. Come to me, O ye children ! For I hear you at your play, And the quest ons that perplexed me Have vanished quite away. Ye open the eastern windows, That look towards... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1859 - 136 psl.
...The sentinels hear the sound, and say, " That is the wraith Of Victor Galbraith ! " CHILDEEN. COME to me, O ye children ! For I hear you at your play,...the sunshine. In your thoughts the brooklet's flow : But in mine is the wind of Autumn And the first fall of the snow. Ah ! what would the world be to... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1859 - 242 psl.
...voice I listen and yearn ; It is growing late and dark, And my boy does not return ! " CHILDREN. COME to me, O ye children ! For I hear you at your play,...are singing swallows And the brooks of morning run. CHILDREN. In your hearts are the birds and the sunshine, In your thoughts the brooklet's flow, But... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1859 - 724 psl.
...listen and yearn ; It is growing late and dark, And my boy does not return !" CHILDREN. COME to me, 0 ye children ! For I hear you at your play, And the...Where thoughts are singing swallows And the brooks ol morning run. In your hearts are the birds and the sunshine. In your thoughts the brooklets flow,... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1859 - 136 psl.
...The sentinels hear the sound, and say, " That is the wraith Of Victor Galbraith ! " CHILDEEN. COME to me, O ye children ! For I hear you at your play,...questions that perplexed me Have vanished quite away. 106 Ye open the eastern windows, That look towards the sun, Where thoughts are singing swallows And... | |
 | Bridget Storey (fict. name.) - 1859 - 306 psl.
...the church-clock struck ten Bridget Storey was fast asleep. 17 CHAPTER II. REALITIES. Come to me, 0 ye children ! For I hear you at your play, And the...questions that perplexed me Have vanished quite away. Ah ! what would the world be to us, If the children wer& no more ? We should dread the desert behind... | |
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COME to me, O ye children ! For I hear you at your play, And the questions that perplexed me Have vanished quite away. Ye open the eastern windows, That look towards the sun, Where thoughts are singing swallows, And the brooks of morning run. 
