...lines : She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps, And lovers around her are sighing : Bat coldly she turns from their gaze, and weeps, For her...heart in his grave is lying. . She sings the wild songs of her dear native plains, Every note which he loved awaking — Ah ! little they think, who...

...coldly she turns from their gaze, and weeps. For her lit-art in his grave is lying. She sings thé wild song of her dear native plains, Every note which he loved awaking ; — Ali ! little they think, «ho delight in her strains, How thé hcart of thé minstrel is breaking....

...broken heart. It was on her that Moore, the distinguished Irish poet, composed the following lines: She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps, And lovers around her are sighing: But coldly she turns from their gaze, and weeps, For her heart in his grave...

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...strains the never-to-beforgotten melody of " She is far from the land where her young hero sleepa, And lovers are round her sighing ; But coldly she...gaze and weeps, For her heart in his grave is lying. " 0 ! make her a grave where the sunbeams rest, When they promise a glorious morrow, They'll shine...

...misfortunes ; and it is said that, when left alone, she was heard to sing them at Mr Penrose's : — " She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps, And lovers around her are sighing ; But coldly she turns from their gaze, and weeps, For her heart in his grave...

...she turns from their gaze, and weeps, For her heart in his grave is lying. She sings the wild songs of her dear native plains, Every note which he loved awaking — Ah ! Hi lie they think, who delight in her strains, How the heart of the minstrel is breaking ! He had...

...Henry Sturgeon. It is long since Moore sung in sweet strains the never-to-be-forgotten melody of " She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps,...gaze and weeps, For her heart in his grave is lying. " 0 ! make her a grave where the sunbeams re^t, When they promise a glorious morrow, They-ll shine...

...hands were crossed on her heaving bosom, and she waved her body as she sung with touching pathos, 18 " She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps,...gaze and weeps, For her heart in his grave is lying ! 860 THE BEAUTIFUL MANIAC. 19 " She sings the wild songs of her dear native plains , Every note which...

...baé Seben »etneint, Tli)'. gteiib beinen SBaffern, in gtieben ueteint! SHE IS FAR FROM THE LAND. She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps,...And lovers are round her, sighing: But coldly she turne from their gaze, and weeps, For her heart in his grave is lying. She sings the wild song of her...