...come, come ! Cut thread, and thrum ! Quail, crush, conclude, and quell ! О breathe not his Name. О breathe not his name, let it sleep in the shade Where cold and unhonour'd his relics arc laid ; Sad, silent, and dark be the tears that we shed, As the night-dew that falls on the grass...

...and cotcmporary in college, and who thus most beautifully alludes to him in his Irish Melodies : O breathe not his name .' let it sleep in the shade Where, cold and unhonoured, his relics are laid ! Sad, silent, and dark, be the tears that we shed, As the night-dew...

...his Irish Melodies : O breathe not his name ! let it deep in the shade Where, cold and unhonoured, his relics are laid ! Sad, silent, and dark. be the...night-dew that falls on the grass o'er his head. But the night-dew that falls, though in silence it weeps, Shall brighten with verdure the grave where he sleeps;...

...rest in the thade, Where cold and unhoitor'd his relics are laid, Sad, silent, and dark be the tear that we shed, As the night-dew that falls on the grass o'er his head. But the night-dew that falls, though in silence it weeps, Shall brighten with verdure the grave where he sleeps...

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...various tints unite, OH! BREATHE NOT HIS NAME. Am—The Brown Maid. OH! breathe not his name—let it sleep in the shade, Where cold and unhonour'd his...night-dew that falls on the grass o'er his head! But the night-dew that falls, though in silence it weeps, Shall brighten with verdure the grave where he sleeps;...

...various tints unite, And form, in heaven's sight, One arch of peace ! OH ! BREATHE NOT HIS NAME. I. OH ! breathe not his name, let it sleep in the shade Where cold and unhonor'd his relics are laid : Sad, silent and dark, be the tears that we shed, As the night-dew that...

...form in Heaven's sight, One arch of peace ! OH! BREATHE NOT HIS NAME. AIR— The Brjwn Maid. Sacl, silent, and dark, be the tears that we shed, As the...night-dew that falls on the grass o'er his head! But the night-dew that falls, though in silence it weeps, Shall brighten with verdure the grave where he sleeps...

...i not ficr " Oh ! breathe not her name — let it sleep in the shade Where cold and nnhononred her relics are laid ! Sad, silent, and dark, be the tears that we shed, As the night dew that falls on the grass o'er her head ! But the night dew that falls, though in silence it...

...and contemporary in college, and who thus most beautifully alludes to him in his Irish melodies : O breathe not his name ! let it sleep in the shade Where, cold and unhonoured, his relics are laid ! Sad, silent, and dark, be the tears that we shed, As the night-dew...