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 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.... The Irish Nation: Its History and Its Biography - Стр. 498авторы: James Wills - 1876Полный просмотр - Подробнее о книге
| Charles Wolfe, John Abraham Russell - 1827 - Страниц: 500
...press thy silent heart, And where thy smiles have been ! While e'en thy chill, bleak corse I have, T-hou seemest still mine own ; , But there I lay thee...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 ! He was asked whether he... | |
| John Johnstone - 1827 - Страниц: 596
...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...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... | |
| 1827 - Страниц: 618
...heart, And where thy smiles have been ! While e'en thy chill, bleak corse I have, Thou seemest still my own ; But there I lay thee in thy grave — And I am now alone ! I do not think, who e'er thou art, Thou hast forgotten me ; And I, perhaps, may sooth this heart, In thinking too of... | |
| 1828 - Страниц: 398
...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...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 ! WOLFK. SIC VITA. LIEE to... | |
| 1828 - Страниц: 814
...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 in thy grave — And I am now alone ! IV. I do not think, where'er thou art, Thou hast forgotten me; And I, perhaps, may soothe this heart.... | |
| Edmund Henry Barker - 1829 - Страниц: 798
...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 in thy grave, And I am now alone ! IV. I do not think, where'er thou art, Thou hast forgotten me ; And I perhaps may soothe this heart,... | |
| Charles Wolfe - 1828 - Страниц: 312
...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 in thy grave — And I am now alone ! nr. I do not think, where'er thou art, Thou hast forgotten me ; And I, perhaps, may soothe this heart,... | |
| Alaric Alexander Watts - 1829 - Страниц: 476
...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...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 ! WOMAN. BY THE REV. E. BARNARD.... | |
| 1829 - Страниц: 434
...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...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 ! ' pp. 42, 43. The latter... | |
| Alaric Alexander Watts - 1829 - Страниц: 424
...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...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 ! BY THE REV. E. BARNARD.... | |
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