 | English poetry - 1844 - 92 pagine
...broods with miser care; Time but the impression deeper makes, As streams their channels deeper wear. My Mary! dear departed shade ! Where is thy place of blissful rest ? Seest thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hearest thou the groans that rend his breast ? TO THE PEIMEOSE. MILD offspring of a dark and sullen... | |
 | 1850 - 602 pagine
...That lov'st to greet the early morn, Again thou usher'st in the day My Mary from my soul was torn. Oh, Mary ! dear departed shade ! Where is thy place of blissful rest? See'st thou thy lover lowly laid ? Heir'stthouthe groans that rend his breast ? " That sacred hour can I forget — , Can I forget the... | |
 | Seba Smith, Lawrence Labree - 1844 - 498 pagine
...As streams their channels deeper wear. My Mary, dear departed shade ! Where is thy blissful place of rest? Seest thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast ? THE BRIDE OF THE BRANDYWlNE. A TALE OF THE KEVOLUTION. BY FAYNE KEMYOM KlLEOCBN. THE battle which... | |
 | John Wilson - 1845 - 248 pagine
..." Thou lingering star, with less'ning ray, That lov'st to greet the early morn, Again thou usher'st in the day My Mary from my soul was torn. O Mary !...laid ? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast!" He wrote them all down just as they now are, in their immortal beauty, and gave them to his wife. Jealousy... | |
 | John Wilson - 1845 - 266 pagine
...That lov'st to greet the early morn, Again thou usher'st in the day My Mary from my soul was torn. 0 Mary ! dear departed shade ! Where is thy place of...laid ? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast!" He wrote them all down just as they now are, in their immortal beauty, and gave them to his wife. Jealousy... | |
 | C. P. Bronson - 1845 - 334 pagine
...Thou lingering star, with less'ning ray, That lov'st to greet the early morn, Again, thou usher'st in the day, My Mary, from my soul was torn. O. Mary:...departed shade ! Where is thy place of blissful rest 1 Seesl thou thy lover, lowly laid? Hear'st thou the groans, that rend his breast ' That sacred hour—can... | |
 | C. P. Bronson - 1845 - 396 pagine
...Thou lingering star, with less'ning ray, That lov'st to greet the early morn, Again, thnu usher'st in the day, My Mary, from my soul was torn. O, Mary...departed shade ! Where is thy place of blissful rest 1 Seeet thou thy lover, lowly laid ? Hear'st Ihou the groans,'that rend his breast 1 That sacred hour... | |
 | C. P. Bronson - 1845 - 330 pagine
...creatures — to extol — Him — FIRST; Him — last ¡ Him — midst, and — without end." " О Mary ! dear — departed shade, Where is thy place...blissful rest ? Seest thou thy lover — lowly laid 7 Hear'et thou the groans, that rend his breast?" 308. Read, or rather apeak from memory, these lines... | |
 | William Coombs Dana - 1845 - 408 pagine
...That lov'st to greet the early morn, Again thou usher'st in the day, My Mary from my soul was torn. 0, Mary ! dear departed shade ! Where is thy place of blissful rest? See'st thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hearest thou the groans that rend his breast t That sacred hour can I forget ? Can I forget the hallowed... | |
 | John Hall Hindmarsh - 1845 - 464 pagine
...eet the early mo'rn, Aga'in thou usherest in the d'ay My Ma'ry from my so'ul was tor'n. it! O M'ary 1 (dear/ departed sh'ade !) Where is thy pla'ce of blissful res't ? See'st thou thy lov'er/ lowly 1'aid, Hearest thou the gr'oans/ that re'nd his brea'st ? That sacred ho'ur/ can I forg'et ! — Can... | |
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THOU ling'ring star, with less'ning ray, That lov'st to greet the early morn, Again thou usher'st in the day My Mary from my soul was torn. O, Mary ! dear departed shade ! Where is thy place of blissful rest ? Seest thou thy lover lowly laid? Hear'st... 
