...swinging in the wind, until chance directed the footsteps of some straggler to the place. 257 CHAPTER X. " Green be the turf above thee, Friend of my better days— None knew thee but to love thee, Nor named thee but to praise." HaUtck. WHILE the scenes and events that we have recorded were occurring,...

...triumph-hours, save on the battle day ? ON THE DEATH OF JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE, OP NEW-YORK, SEPT. 1820. 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,...

...father's neck, and he expired. Thus died he, of whom I may say with truth, as I do with tears, " Gieen be the turf above thee, Friend of my better days ; None knew thee but to love thee, Or named thee but to praise." WILTON. MEMORANDA OF TRAVELS IN TURKEY. We insert the following extract...

...poet, haunting our memory, and rising unconsciously to our lips : — " Green be the turf above thcc, Friend of my better days; None knew thee but to love thee, None nam'd thee but to praise." ****** '' When hearts whose home was heaven. Like thine, are laid in earth,...

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...tender sentiment and simplicity. This poem consists merely of six quatrains, and we quote them in full. Green be the turf above thee, Friend of my 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,...

...The good die first, And they, whose hearts are dry as summer dust, Burn to the socket." WORDSWORTH. GREEN be the turf above thee, Friend of my better days ! None knew thee but to love thee, Nor named thee but to praise. 38 ON THE DEATH OF J. RODMAN DRAKE. Tears fell, when thou wert dying,...

...hundreds of living beings here to say, in sincerity — " Green be the turf above thee, Friend of my early days ! None knew thee but to love thee — None named thee but to praise."* Peleg Folger lived to an advanced age ; and, in his latter years, took to writing the history of his...

...written in September, 1820, after the death of Joseph Rodman Drake, the intimate friend of our author. " 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,...

...those wayward ones, who now try your patience, will say in some future time, as I say of this dear " friend of my better days " — '• None knew thee but to love thee, None named tbee but to praise." Is it said I have drawn too perfect a character, because without faults. He had...