 | Robert Burns - 1800 - 520 sider
...was fraught with truth, honor, constancy and love. MY Mary, dear departed shade ! Where is thy place of heavenly rest ? Seest thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast ? Jesus Christ, thou amiablest of characters ! I trust thou art no impostor, and that thy revelation... | |
 | Robert Burns - 1800 - 424 sider
...As streams their channels deeper wear. 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 ? ff To the delineations of the poet by himself, by his brother, and by his tutor, these additions... | |
 | Shrewsbury (England). Royal School - 1801 - 368 sider
...Altior ire latex tempore qvalis amat. s My Mary, dear departed shade ! Where is thy place of blissful rest ? See'st thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast ? BURNS. Falstaff's Recoveril. Fals. Embowclled ! If thou embowel me to-day, I '11 give you... | |
 | 1809 - 530 sider
...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 ? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast ? ' That sacred hour can I forget, Can I forget the hallowed grove, Where by the winding Ayr... | |
 | Lyre - 1806 - 204 sider
...streams their channels deeper wear ! My Mary — dear departed Shade ! Where is thy place of blissful rest ? See'st thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast ? 1788. Perhaps the period is not yet arrived, in which the character of Mrs Robinson can be... | |
 | 1807 - 442 sider
...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... | |
 | Robert Burns, Thomas Park - 1808 - 330 sider
...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,... | |
 | 1809 - 530 sider
...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 ? 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... | |
 | British poets - 1809 - 526 sider
...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? 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... | |
 | Robert Burns - 1815 - 354 sider
...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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Mary! dear departed shade! Where is thy place of blissful rest? Seest thou thy lover lowly laid? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast? 
