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" Sweet Mary, thou art dead! If thou wouldst stay, e'en as thou art, All cold and all serene, I still might press thy silent heart, And where thy smiles have been. While e'en thy chill, bleak corse I have, Thou seemest still mine own; But there I lay thee... "
The Annual Biography and Obituary - Side 100
1826
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The Lyre: Fugitive Poetry of the Xixth Century

Lyre - 1830 - 396 sider
...corse I have, Thou seemest still mine own, But there I lay thee in thy grave — And I am now alone ! I do not think, where'er thou art, Thou hast forgotten...thee : Yet there was round thee such a dawn Of light ne'er seen before, As fancy never could have drawn, And never can restore ! MY BIRTHDAY. BY NP WI1.LIS,...
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The Eclectic Reader: Designed for Schools and Academies

Bela Bates Edwards - 1832 - 338 sider
...corse I have, Thou seemest still mine own; But there I lay thee in thy grave— And I am now alone ! I do not think, where'er thou art, Thou hast forgotten...thee : Yet there was round thee such a dawn Of light ne'er seen before, As fancy never could have drawn, And never can restore ! LESSON XVIII. To the Comet...
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The Literary Remains of Martha Day: With Rev. Dr. Fitch's Address at Her ...

Martha Day - 1834 - 150 sider
...for ever love this departed one, does not delight to cherish, in regard to her, the assurance — " I do not think, where'er thou art, Thou hast forgotten me." And could we pierce the veil that hides from our view the spiritual world around us, should we not have...
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The County [afterw.] Country miscellany, ed. by H. Burgess

Henry Burgess (of Luton) - 1836 - 446 sider
...corse I have, Thou seemest still mine own, But there I lay thee in thy grave— And I am now alone! I do not think, where'er thou art, Thou hast forgotten...perhaps, may soothe this heart, In thinking too of thee; Vet there was round thee such a dawn. Of light ne'er seen before, As fancy never could have drawl,...
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The Book of Gems: Wordsworth to Bayly

Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 336 sider
...corse I have, Thou seemest still mine own ; But there I lay thee in thy grave, — And I am now alone ! I do not think, where'er thou art, Thou hast forgotten...thee : Yet there was round thee such a dawn Of light ne'er seen hefore, — As fancy never could have drawn, And never can restore ! WALTER SAVAGK LANDOR...
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The Book of Gems: Wordsworth to Bayly

Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 348 sider
...corse I have, Thou seemest still mine own ; But there I lay thee in thy grave, — And I am now alone ! I do not think, where'er thou art, Thou hast forgotten...thee : Yet there was round thee such a dawn Of light ne'er seen before, — As fancy never could have drawn, And never can restore ! WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR...
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The Fourth Reader for the Use of Schools

Samuel Griswold Goodrich - 1839 - 322 sider
...heart, And where thy smiles have been ! While e'en thy chill, bleak corse I have, Thou seemest still my own ; But there I lay thee in thy grave, • — And...thee. Yet there was round thee such a dawn Of light ne'er seen before, As fancy never could have drawn, And never can restore! LESSON CIV. The Chamois...
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Selections from the British Poets, Bind 2

1840 - 378 sider
...am now alone ! I do not think, where'er thou art, Thou hast forgotten me ; And I, perhaps, may sooth this heart, In thinking too of thee : Yet there was round thee such a dawn Of light ne'er seen before, As fancy never could have drawn, And never can restore ! JAMES HOGG. 1770-1835....
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Selections from the British Poets, Bind 2

1840 - 368 sider
...corse I have, Thou seemest still mine own ; But there I lay thee in thy grave, And I am now alone ! I do not think, where'er thou art, Thou hast forgotten me ; And I, perhaps, may sooth this heart, In thinking too of thee : Yet there was round thee such a dawn Of light ne'er seen...
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The Lyre: Fugitive Poetry of the Nineteenth Century

Lyre - 1841 - 366 sider
...corpse I have, Thou seemest still mine own, But there I lay thee in thy grave — And I am now alone ! I do not think, where'er thou art, Thou hast forgotten...thee : Yet there was round thee such a dawn Of light ne'er seen before, As fancy never could have drawn, And never can restore ! us MY BIRTHDAY. BY NP WILLIS,...
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