 | Robert Burns, James Currie - 1844 - 706 sider
...Banff. 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 !...departed shade ! Where is thy place of blissful rest 1 Seest thou thy lover lowly laid ] Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast 1 That sacred hour... | |
 | English poetry - 1844 - 92 sider
...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 sider
...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 sider
...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 sider
..." 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 sider
...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 sider
...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 sider
...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... | |
 | William Coombs Dana - 1845 - 408 sider
...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... | |
 | C. P. Bronson - 1845 - 330 sider
...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... | |
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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... 
