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" Green be the turf above thee, Friend of my better days ! None knew thee but to love thee, Nor named thee but to praise. Tears fell, when thou wert dying, From eyes unused to weep, And long where thou art lying Will tears the cold turf steep. When hearts,... "
A History of the County of Westchester, from Its First Settlement to the ... - Σελίδα 274
των Robert Bolton - 1848
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The Literary and Scientific Repository, and Critical Review, Τόμος 2

1821
...And long, where thou art lying, Will tears thy cold turf steep. When hearts, whose home was Heaven, Like thine, are laid in earth, There should a wreath be woven To tell the world their worth : And I, who woke each morrow, To clasp thy hand in mine, Who shared thy joy and sorrow, Whose weal...

Alnwick Castle, with Other Poems, Τεύχος 2

Fitz-Greene Halleck - 1827 - 64 σελίδες
...better days ! None knew thee but to love thee, Nor named thee but to praise. Tears fell, when thou wert dying, From eyes unused to weep, And long, where...should a wreath be woven To tell the world their worth, 30 ON THE DEATH OF J. RODMAN DRAKE, And I, who woke each morrow To clasp thy hand in mine, Who shared...

The Quarterly Christian Spectator

1829
...thee but to love thee, None nam'd thee but to praise." ****** '' When hearts whose home was heaven. Like thine, are laid in earth, There should a wreath be woven, To tell the world their worth." ****** '- It should be mine to braid it Around thy faded brow, But I've in vain essayed it, And feel...

The Cambridge Book of Poetry and Song

Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 882 σελίδες
...my better days! None knew thee but to love thee, Nor named thee but to praise. Tears fell, when thou wert dying, From eyes unused to weep. And long where...should a wreath be woven To tell the world their worth; And I, who woke each morrow To clasp thy hand in mine, Who shared thy joy and sorrow, Whose weal and...

Southern Literary Messenger, Τόμος 2

1835
...better days! None knew thee but to love thee, ]NTor named thee but to praise. Tears fell when thou wert dying, From eyes unused to weep, And long, where...steep. When hearts whose truth was proven, Like thine arc laid in earth, There should a wreath be woven To tell the world their worth. And I, who woke each...

The Culprit Fay: And Other Poems

Joseph Rodman Drake - 1835 - 5 σελίδες
...love thee, Nor named thee but to praise. 38 ON THE DEATH OF J. RODMAN DRAKE. Tears fell, when thou wert dying, From eyes unused to weep, And long, where...should a wreath be woven To tell the world their worth, And I, who woke each morrow To clasp thy hand in mine, Who shared thy joy and sorrow, Whose weal and...

The American Quarterly Review, Τόμος 19

1836
...better days! None knew thee but to love thee, Nor named thee but to praise. " Tears fell, when thou wert dying, From eyes unused to weep, And long, where...whose truth was proven Like thine, are laid in earth, Then should a wreath be woven To tell the world their worth. " And I, who woke each morrow To clasp...

Alnwick Castle, with Other Poems

Alnwick Castle, Fitz-Greene Halleck - 1836 - 98 σελίδες
...socket. 11 GREEN be the turf above thee, Friend of my better days ! WoRDsWORTH. Tears fell, when thou wert dying, From eyes unused to weep, And long, where...hearts, whose truth was proven, Like thine, are laid hi earth, There should a wreath be woven To tell the world their worth, And I, who woke each morrow...

The American Quarterly Review, Τόμος 19

Robert Walsh - 1836
...better days! None knew thee but to love thee, Nor named thee but to praise. " Tears fell, when thou wert dying, From eyes unused to weep, And long, where thou art lymg, Will tears the cold turf steep. " When hearts, whose truth was proven Like thine, are laid in...

The American Common-place Book of Poetry, with Occasional Notes

1839 - 405 σελίδες
...my better days! None knew thee but to love thee, Nor named thee but to praise. Tears fell, when thou wert dying, From eyes unused to weep, And long, where...thine, are laid in earth, There should a wreath be woveu To tell the world their worth. And I, who woke each morrow To clasp thy hand in mine, Who shared...




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