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

...is far from the land where her young hero sleeps, And lovers around her are sighing; But she coldly turns from their gaze and weeps, For her heart in his grave is lying. of a broken heart. Her remains were brought to Ireland, in fulfilment of a promise made her grandmother,...

...given, requires quantity in its elocution. 38. LINES RELATING TO'CURRAN'S DAUGHTER. — Thomas Moore. 1. 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 hi his grave...

...exquisite beauty and pathos, it would be difficult, I will not say to equal, but to approach. MISS CURRAN. She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps, And lovers around her are sighing ; But she coldly turns from their gaze and weeps, For her heart in his grave...

...sweet light of your eyes So meet me by moonlight alone 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 ; But coldly she turns from their gaze, and weeps, For her heart in his grave...

...and will understand the allusion contained in the second stanza, from the preceding notice : — " She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps,...heart in his grave is lying. " She sings the wild songs of her dear native plains, ., Every note which he lov'd awaking ; Ah 1 little they think who...

...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 delight in her strain*. How the heart of the minstrel is breaking ! He had lived for his love — for his country...

...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...

...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 weep*, For her heart in his grave...