...never ; And 1 that angel Womankprize, Who loves but one, and loves for ever! STANZAS BY T. MOORE, ESQ. 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...

...heart. ' It was on her that Moore, the extinguished Irish poet, composed the following lines : — " She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps, And lover* around her are signing : But coldly she turns from their gaze, mad weeps, For her heart in his...

...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...

...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...

...stole ; And her ghost was seen to glide, Smiling, o'er the fatal tide ! SHE IS FAR FROM THE LAND. I. SHE is far from the land, where her young hero sleeps,...gaze, and weeps, For her heart in his grave is lying ! II. She sings the wild song of her dear native plains, Every note which he lov'd awaking. — Ah...

...the following verses is so delicately and faithfully preserved, that we cannot forbear copying them. She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps,...sighing; But coldly she turns from their gaze and weep(, For her heart in hit grave is lying I She sings the wild song of her dear native plains, Every...

...hills I never mair will see. Slythely, $c. LXXXIX. SHE IS FAR FROM THE LAND. AIR— Open the door. She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps, And lovers around her are sighing i But coldly she turns from their gaze, and weeps, For her heart in his grave...

...tide ! SHE IS FAR FROM THE LAND. AIR — Open dtt Door. SHE is far from the land, where her young here sleeps, And lovers are round her sighing ; But coldly...from their gaze, and weeps, For her heart in his- cold grave is lying ! She sings the wild song of her dear native plains, Every note which he loved...

...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...

...music stole ; And her ghost was seen to glide, Smiling, o'er the fatal tide! Am. — Open the Door. I. SHE is far from the land where her young hero sleeps,...gaze, and weeps, For her heart in his grave is lying ! n. She sings the wild song of her dear native plains, Every note which he loved awaking. — Ah !...