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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 ballads of Ireland, collected and ed. by E. Hayes, Bind 2

Edward Hayes (collector of ballads) - 1856
...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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English Literature of the Nineteenth Century: On the Plan of the Author's ...

Charles Dexter Cleveland - 1857 - 785 sider
...Mary. In tunderue.-*s, simplicity, and elegance, it in hardly surIiamnil hy any thing in our language. And I, perhaps, may soothe this heart, In thinking...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 ! REMEMBER THY CREATOR IN...
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Beautiful poetry, selected by the ed. of The Critic

Beautiful poetry - 1857
...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 soothe this heart In thmking too of thee ; Yet there was round thee such a dawn Of light ne'er seen before, As fancy never...
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The Ballads of Ireland, Bind 2

Edward Hayes - 1857
...e'en thy chill bleak corse I have, Thou seemest still mine own, But there I lay thee in thy grave — 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 Celt

1857
...I do not think where'er thou arti Thou hast forgotten me. And I, perhaps may soothe this heart. By 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," Rev C/iarle* Wolfe. It...
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The book of popular songs, ed. by J.E. Carpenter

Joseph Edwards Carpenter - 1858 - 275 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. SONG TO THE OLD AND NEW...
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Sabrinae corolla, in hortulis regiae scholae Salopiensis ..., Side 68

Severn river - 1859 - 335 sider
...have, Thou seemest still mine own ; But there — I lay thee in the grave, And now — I am alone. I do not think, where'er thou art, Thou hast forgotten...; And I perhaps may soothe this heart In thinking still of thee : Yet there was round thee such a dawn Of light ne'er seen before, As Fancy never could...
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Pearls from the poets: specimens selected, with biogr. notes, by H.W. Dulcken

Henry William Dulcken - 1860
...corse I have, Thou seemest still mine own, But there I lay thee in the 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. REV. CHAS. WOLFE. WERE there...
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Poems of Youth

1861 - 130 sider
...corpse I hare, That 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 ! Wolfe. THE SHEPHERD BOY....
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The Loves and Heroines of the Poets

Richard Henry Stoddard - 1861 - 480 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 ! REGINALD HEBER. 1783—1826....
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