 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 art...  The Annual Biography and Obituary - Side 1001826Fuld visning - Om denne bog
 | William Draper Swan - 1845 - 482 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...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... | |
 | 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, —...there I lay thee in thy grave, — And I am now alone ! I do not think, where'er thou art, Thou haat forgotten me ; And I, perhaps, may soothe this heart,... | |
 | 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... | |
 | C. P. Bronson - 1845 - 330 sider
...say, W hat 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 all serene, — I stiil might press thy silent heart, And where thy smiles have been ! While e'en thy chill, bleak corse... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1846 - 540 sider
...not say What thou ne'er left'st unsaid ; And now I feel, as well I may, Sweet Mary t thou art dead ! If thou wouldst stay, e'en as thou art, All cold and...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,... | |
 | William Linwood - 1846 - 340 sider
...Et vel adhuc taciturn premerem tibi pectore pectus, Et labra, queis risus ante fuere, labris. VIII. While e'en thy chill, bleak corse I have, Thou seemest...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... | |
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