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...will not brook, That I must look in vain ; But when I speak thou dost not say What thou ne'er left'st unsaid ; And now, I feel, as well I may, Sweet Mary,...still might press thy silent heart, And where thy smile has been ; While e'en thy chill bleak corse I have, Thou seemest still mine own, But there —...

...will not brook That I must look in vain. But when I speak, thou dost not say What ne'er thou left'st unsaid — And now I feel, as well I may, Sweet Mary ! thou art dead. " («) "Too well I see, For that it owns my rule, thy jealous heart Mistrusts that Tyre should home...

...not brook, That I must look in vain! But when I speak — thou dost not say, What thou ne'er left'st unsaid; And now I feel, as well I may, Sweet Mary!...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...

...will not brook, That I must look in vain ! But when 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 even as thou art, All cold, and all serene, I still might press thy silent heart, And where thy smiles...

...must look in vain ; But, when I speak, thou dost not say What thou ne'er left'st unsaid, And now l feel, as well I may, Sweet Mary ! thou art dead. If...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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