...Mary ! Thy indistinct expressions seem Like language uttered in a dream ; Yet me they charm, whate'er the theme, My Mary! Thy silver locks, once auburn...bright, Are still more lovely in my sight Than golden heams of orient light, My Mary ! For, could I view nor them nor thee, What sight worth seeing could...

...Mary! Thy indistinct expressions seem Like language uttered in a dream ; Yet me they charm, whatc'er thou dost arise And shake him from thee; the vile...despise, Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies, And pressed, press gently mine, My Mary! Such feebleness of limbs thou prov'st, That now at every step...

...Mary! Thy indistinct expressions seem bike language uttered in n dream ; Yet me they charm, whate'cr O P Q nun would rise in vain for me, My Mary! Partakers of thy sad decline, Thy hands their little force...

...Mary ! Thy indistinct expressions seem Like language uttered in a dream ; Yet me they charm, whate'er the theme, My Mary! Thy silver locks, once auburn...decline, Thy hands their little force resign ; Yet gently pressed, press gently mine, My Mary! Such feebleness of limbs thou prov'st, That now, at every step...

...expressions seem Like language utter'd in a dream ! Yet me they charm, whate'er the theme, My Mary ! 23» Thy silver locks, once auburn bright, Are still more...decline, Thy hands their little force resign ; Yet gently press'd, press gently mine, My Mary ! Such feebleness of limbs thou provest, That now at every step...

...language utter'd in a dream ; Yet me they charm, whate'er the theme, My Mary ! Thy silver locks ouce auburn bright, Are still more lovely in my sight Than...Yet gently prest, press gently mine, My Mary! Such feebleness of limbs thou prov'st, That now at every step thou mov'st, Upheld by two, yet still thou...

...you remember, refers to her needles. He substituted my name for that of Mrs. Urwin. ' For could I see nor them nor thee, What sight worth seeing could I see ? The sun would rise in vain for me, My Agnes !' " He continued sensitively alive to kindness. " This morning," writes the same affectionate...

...whate'er the theme, My Mary i Thy silver locks, once aitoirn bright, Are still more love^ in my ayht Than golden beams of orient light, My Mary ! For could...Yet gently prest, press gently mine, My Mary ! Such feebleness of limbs thou prov'st, That now at every step thou mov'st Upheld by two, yet still thou...

...dream, Yet me they charm, whate'er the theme, My Mary ! Thy silver locks, once auburn bright, Are now more lovely in my sight Than golden beams of orient...I see ! The sun would rise in vain for me, My Mary ! | /^. And still to love, though prest with ill, In wintry age to feel no chill, With me is to be...

...Mary ! Thy indistinct expressions seem Like language utter'd in a dream ; Yet me they charm, whate'er the theme, My Mary ! Thy silver locks, once auburn...Yet gently prest, press gently mine, My Mary ! Such feebleness of limbs thou provest, That now at every step thou movest Upheld by two, yet still thou...