 And still upon that face I look, And think 'twill smile again ; And still the thought I will not brook That I must look in vain ! But when I speak — thou dost not say What thou ne'er left'st unsaid ; ' And now I feel, as well I may, Sweet Mary ! thou...  Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine - Side 3131826Fuld visning - Om denne bog
 | John Bruce - 1844 - 306 sider
...not say, What thou ne'er leftst unsaid ; And now I feel, as well I may, Sweet Mary ! thou art dead ! If thou wouldst stay, e'en as thou art, All cold,...where thy smiles have been ! While e'en thy chill black corse I have, Thou seemest still mine own ; But there I lay thee in thy grave — And I am now... | |
 | Charles Fenno Hoffman, Lewis Gaylord Clark, Timothy Flint, Kinahan Cornwallis, John Holmes Agnew - 1844 - 610 sider
...of a bereaved husband gazing upon the lifeless body of his young and lovely wife : 'IF thou couldst stay, e'en as thou art, All cold and all serene, I...thy silent heart, And where thy smiles have been.' It is something of this feeling, in relation to the final resurrection of the mortal body, which makes... | |
 | William Morrison Engles - 1844 - 274 sider
...left unsaid ; And now I feel, as well I may, Dear Mary, thou art dead ! If thou wouldst stay, even as thou art, All cold and all serene — I still might...silent heart, And where thy smiles have been. While even thy chill, bleak corse I have, Thou seemest still my own; But there, I lay thee in thy grave —... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 738 sider
...not say What thou ne'er left'st unsaid ; And now I feel, as well I may, Sweet Mary ! thou art dead ! ed.1 orator, a philosopher, and practical Arid where thy smiles have been ! While e'en thy chill bleak coree I have, Thou seemest still mine... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 558 sider
...ne'er left'st unsaid ; And now I feel, as well I may, Sweet Mary ! thou art dead ! If thou wonldst stay, e'en as thou art, All cold and all serene, —...now alone ! I do not think, where'er thou art, Thou haat forgotten me ; And I, perhaps, may soothe this heart, In thinking too of thee : Yet there was... | |
 | William Draper Swan - 1845 - 494 sider
...not say, What thou ne'er left'st unsaid ; And now I feel, as well I may, Sweet Mary, thou art dead. If thou wouldst stay, e'en as thou art, All cold and...smiles have been. While e'en thy chill, bleak corse I hare, Thou seemest still mine own ; But there I lay thee in thy grave — And I am now alone. I do... | |
 | C. P. Bronson - 1845 - 334 sider
...feel, as well I may, Sweet Mary.' thou art dead! If thou wouldst May, e'en B» thou art, All cold—and all serene,— I still might press thy silent heart, And where thy smiles have been ! While e'en thy chiU, bleak cane I have, Thou seemesl still my own; But there I lay thee—in thy grave,— And I am... | |
 | C. P. Bronson - 1845 - 390 sider
...joy, Wrmt thou ne'er left'sl unsaid ; Ami now I fttl, as well I may. Sweet Mary ! tliou art deatt ! If thou wouldst stay, e'en as thou art. All cold— and all serene, — I still might press Ihy silent heart, And where thy smiles have been ! While e'en thy chill, bleak ccrst 1 ha»« Thou... | |
 | C. P. Bronson - 1845 - 396 sider
...now I /<f/. as well I mnii, Sired Mary ! thou art deail .' If thou would*! stay, e'en as thou arf. All cold— and all serene, — I still might press thy silent heart, And where thy smila have been ! While e'en thy chill, bleak cam I have Thou eeemesl still my own ; But there I lay... | |
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