...channels deeper wear ! My Mary — dear departed Shade ! Where is thy place of blissful rest ? See'st thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast ? 1788. Perhaps the period is not yet arrived, in which the character of Mrs Robinson can be dispassionately...

...channels deeper wear. 8 " My Mary, dear, departed shade, Where is thy blissful place of rest ? See'st thou thy lover lowly laid, Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast ? (To be continued.} • THIRD SECTION. AMERICAN LITERATURE REVIEWED. IN accordance with our promise,...

...impression deeper makes, My Mary, dear departed shade ! Where is thy blissful place of rest? •See'st thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast? MAN WAS MADE TO MOURN: A DIRGE. WHEN chill November's surly blast Made fields and forests bare, One...

...from my soul was torn. O Mary ! dear departed shade ! Where is thy place of blissful rest ? See'st thou thy lover lowly laid? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast? Th;it sacred hour can I forget. Can I forget the hallow'd grove, 'Where by the winding Ayr we met,...

...from my soul was torn. ' O Mary ! dear departed shade ! Where is thy place of blissful rest ? See'st thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast J ' That sacred hour can I forget, Can I forget the hallowed grove, Where by the winding Ayr we met,...

...Mary ! dear departed shade*! Where is thy place of blissful rest ? See'st thou thy lover lowly laid f Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast? That sacred hour can I forget ; Can I forget the hallow'd grove, Where by the winding Ayr we met, To live one day of parting love ! Eternity will not...

...departed shade '. Where is thy place of blissful rest ? See'st thou thy lover lowly laid ? ' Hcar'st thou the groans that rend his breast .' That sacred hour can I forget, Can I forget the hallow'd grove, Where by the winding Ayr we met, To live one day of parting love ! Eternity will not...

...lover lowly laid ? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast '• • ' That 126 THE LIFE Of .>";? That sacred hour can I forget, Can I forget the hallowed grove, j Where by the winding Ayr we met, To live one day of parting love ! Eternity will not efface Those...

...Mary from my soul was torn. O Mary ! dear departed shade I Where is thy place of hlissful rest? Sce'st thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his hreast ? That saered hour ean I forgct, Can I forgct the hallowed grove, Where hy the winding Ayr we...

...from my soul was torn. O Mary ! dear departed .-hade ! Where is thy place of blissful rest ? Seest thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hear'st thou the groans...winding. Ayr we met To live one day of parting love 1 Eternity will not efface Those records dear of transports past ; Thy image at our last embrace ;...