 | Charles P. Bronson - Elocution - 1845 - 368 pages
...FIRST; Him — last; Htm — midst, and — without end." " 0 Mary.' dear — departed shade, Wntre is thy place of blissful rest ? Seest thou thy lover — lowly laid? Hear'st Ihou the groans, that rend his breast?" 308. Read, or rather fpeak from memory, these lines with quantity,... | |
 | 1845
...with truth, honour, constancy and love. My Mary, dear departed shade ! Where is thy place of heaveuiy rest? Seest thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hear'st thou the groans that rend Ills hreast? Jesus Christ, thou amiahlest cf characters I trust thou art no impostor, and that thy... | |
 | C. P. Bronson - Elocution - 1845 - 320 pages
...— FIRST; Him — last ¡ Him — midst, and — without end." " О Mary ! dear — departed shade, Where is thy place of blissful rest ? Seest thou thy lover — lowly laid 7 Hear'et thou the groans, that rend his breast?" 308. Read, or rather apeak from memory, these lines... | |
 | C. P. Bronson - Elocution - 1845 - 384 pages
...Him — FIRST; Him — last; Hun — midst, and — without end." " 0 Mary.' dear — depurtea shade, Where is thy place of blissful rest ? Seest thou thy lover — lowly laid'! Hears thou Ihe groans, that rend ha breast?'' 308. Read, or rather speak from memory those lines with... | |
 | John Hall Hindmarsh - 1845 - 80 pages
...thou usherest in the d'ay My Ma'ry from my so'ul was tor'n. it! O M'ary 1 (dear/ departed sh'ade !) Where is thy pla'ce of blissful res't ? See'st thou thy lov'er/ lowly 1'aid, Hearest thou the gr'oans/ that re'nd his brea'st ? That sacred ho'ur/ can I forg'et ! — Can... | |
 | James L. Golden, Professor Emeritus James L Golden, Alan L. Golden - History - 2002 - 522 pages
...moving sentiment Burns wished to convey: My Mary from my soul was torn. . . . My Mary, departed Shade! Where is thy place of blissful rest? See'st thou thy...laid? Hears't thou the groans that rend his breast? It is no wonder that this poem was incorporated into the scrapbooks, for Jefferson's daughter had died... | |
 | Robert G. Ingersoll - Literary Collections - 2007 - 516 pages
...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 ? Seest thou thy..." That sacred hour can I forget ? Can I forget the hallow'd grove Where, by the winding Ayr, we met, To live one day of parting love ? Eternity will not... | |
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