 | English poetry - 1856 - 754 pages
...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...fancy never could have drawn, And never can restore ! GEORGE GORDON BYRON. Born 1788. + 1824. The Dream. Our life is twofold : sleep hath its own world,... | |
 | Ireland - 1856 - 1492 pages
...there I lay thee in thy grave — And 1 am now alone ! I do not think, where'er thou art, Thou hoot forgotten me ; And I, perhaps, may soothe this heart,...fancy never could have drawn, And never can restore. One of the most remarkable circumstances connected with the above pqem is, that in its composition,... | |
 | 1856 - 964 pages
...still my own ! But there I lay ihre in thy grave — And I am now alone! I do not think where'er tbou art, Thou hast forgotten me ; And I, perhaps, may soothe this heart, In thinking too of thee; Yet Diere VOM round thee tuch a dawn Of light «e'er teen befort. Ai fancy neter could hate drawn, And... | |
 | Edward Hayes (collector of ballads) - 1856 - 442 pages
...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... | |
 | Irish literature - 1857 - 866 pages
...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...fancy never could have drawn. And never can restore," Rev C/iarle* Wolfe. It was all in vain— all that skill, and kindness, and gentlest care could do.... | |
 | Charles Dexter Cleveland - English literature - 1857 - 800 pages
...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...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 THE DATS OF... | |
 | Beautiful poetry - 1857 - 418 pages
...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... | |
 | Edward Hayes - Ballads, Irish - 1857 - 456 pages
...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... | |
 | Joseph Edwards Carpenter - 1858 - 292 pages
...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...fancy never could have drawn, And never can restore. SONG TO THE OLD AND NEW YEAH. A. TBSTTYSOII.] [Musie by J. BLOCKMT. Ring out wild bells to the wild... | |
 | M E. Hammond - 1858 - 352 pages
...curtain of crimson satin. A finely carved scroll bore the following verse, in letters of gold : — " For there was round thee such a dawn Of light ne'er seen...fancy never could have drawn, And never can restore ! " * The happiest hour in our little heroine's daily life was that devoted to a visit to " Mamma's... | |
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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... 
