| 1807 - 442 страница
...streams their channels deeper wear. 8 " My Mary, dear, departed shade, Where is thy blissful place of rest ? See'st thou thy lover lowly laid, Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast ? (To be continued.} • THIRD SECTION. AMERICAN LITERATURE REVIEWED. IN accordance with our promise,... | |
| Robert Burns, Thomas Park - 1808 - 330 страница
...Time but the' impression deeper makes, My Mary, dear departed shade ! Where is thy blissful place of rest? •See'st thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast? MAN WAS MADE TO MOURN: A DIRGE. WHEN chill November's surly blast Made fields and forests bare, One... | |
| British poets - 1809 - 526 страница
...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 ? See'st thou...laid? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast? Th;it sacred hour can I forget. Can I forget the hallow'd grove, 'Where by the winding Ayr we met,... | |
| 1809 - 530 страница
...mern, 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 ? See'st thou...laid ? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast J ' That sacred hour can I forget, Can I forget the hallowed grove, Where by the winding Ayr we met,... | |
| Poetical selections - 1811 - 324 страница
...That lov'st to greet the early morn, Again thou usher'st in the day Oh Mary ! dear departed shade*! Where is thy place of blissful rest ? See'st thou thy lover lowly laid f Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast? That sacred hour can I forget ; Can I forget the hallow'd... | |
| Robert Burns - 1814 - 306 страница
...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 ? See'st thou thy lover lowly laid ? ' Hcar'st thou the groans that rend his breast .' That sacred hour can I forget, Can I forget the... | |
| Robert Burns - 1813 - 422 страница
...lover lowly laid ? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast '• • ' That 126 THE LIFE Of .>";? That sacred hour can I forget, Can I forget the hallowed grove, j Where by the winding Ayr we met, To live one day of parting love ! Eternity will not efface Those... | |
| Robert Burns, James Currie - 1814 - 502 страница
...Mary from my soul was torn. O Mary ! dear departed shade I Where is thy place of hlissful rest? Sce'st thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his hreast ? That saered hour ean I forgct, Can I forgct the hallowed grove, Where hy the winding Ayr we... | |
| Robert Burns - 1815 - 354 страница
...with truth, honour, eonstaney, and love. My Mary, dear departed shade ! Where is thy plaee of heavenly rest? Seest thou thy lover lowly laid? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his hreast ? Jesut Christ, thou amiahlest of eharaeters II trust thou art no impostor, and that thy revelation... | |
| Robert Burns - 1815 - 354 страница
...When the last gasp of agony has announced, that I am no more to those that knew Where u uij r ,— Seest thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hearst thou the groans that rend Jems Christ, thou amiablest of ch trust thou art no impostor, and that th; of blUsful scenes of existence... | |
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