...husband gazing vpon the lifeless body of his young and lovely wife : ' If thou couldst stay, e'en as thon art, All cold and all serene, I still might press thy silent heart, And where thy smiles hare been.' " It is something of this feeling," continues the editor, " in relation to the final resurrection...

...left'st unsaid, And now I feel, as well I may, Sweet Mary !— thou art dead ! 3. " If thou wonld'st stay, e'en as thou art, All cold, and all serene—...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 ! 4. " I do not think, where'er thou...

...ne'er left'st unsaid ; And then I feel, as well I may, Sweet Lucy !- thou art dead. If thou could'st stay, e'en as thou art, All cold and all serene, I...press thy silent heart, And where thy smiles have been ! For. while thy chill bleak corse I have, Thou seemest still my own ; But there- — 1 lay thee in...

...ne'er left'st unsaid And now I feel, as well I may, Sweet Mary ! — thou art dead ! ' If tbou would'st stay, e'en as thou art, All cold, and all serene —...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 ! ' I do not think, where'er thou...

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...as well I mayv. . . m Sweet Mary ! — thou art dead ! If thou would'st stay, e'en as thou nrt, AH cold, and all serene— I still might press thy silent...thy smiles have been ! While e'en thy chill bleak course I have, Thou seemcst still mine own, But there I lay thec in thy grave — And I am now alone...

...left'st unsaid, And now I feel, as well I may, Sweet Mary ! — thou art dead ! a. " If thou would'st stay, e'en as thou art, All cold, and all serene —...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 ! 4. " I do not think, where'er...

...in light ; And when thou, like him, art going, Loveliest objects fade in night. " If thou would'st stay, e'en as thou art, All cold, and all serene—...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 ! " I do not think, where'er thou...

...left'st unsaid, And now I feel, as well I may, Sweet Mary ! — thou art dead ! 3. " If thou would'st stay, e'en as thou art, All cold, and all serene —...been ! While e'en thy chill bleak corse I have, Thou seemeet still mine own, But there I lay thee in thy grave— And I am now alone ! 4. " I do not think,...

...ne'er lefl'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 —...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...