...you assign, Is black in the shade of your dreary church-wall, Where nettle and hemlock their rankncss combine, And the worm and the sullen toad loathsomely...O ! where is the daisy, to shed in the morning The tear it has gather 'd by night for my doom ' And lastly — but dearer than anguish can tell — Where,...

...is all but divine. *••••* 1 know it — the grave which to me you assign, Is black in tin- shade of your dreary church-wall, Where nettle and...adorning The grave of a minstrel cut off in his bloom ? О ! where is the daisy, to shed in the morning The tear it has gether'd by night, for my doom ?...

...life's happy morning they shed over mine— O ! your hearts would confess it is all but divine ! II. I know it — the grave which to me you assign, Is...Where, where are the friends that have loved me so well ? III. Thrice blest be those tears ! they descend on my heart Like the soft rain of spring on a perishing...

...dream!— 0 ! do not despise it! though wild it may seem. 1 know it—the grave which to me you assign, 0! where is the primrose, so meet for adorning The grave...tears it had gathered by night, for my doom ? And dearer—0 ! dearer than anguish can tell, Where, where are the friends that have loved me so well...

...shade of your dreary church-wall, Where nettle and hemlock their rankness combine, And the worm and sullen toad loathsomely crawl. O ! where is the primrose,...? And dearer — O ! dearer than anguish can tell, WTiere, where are the friends that have loved me so well ? Thrice blest be those tears ! they descend...

...combine, The grave of a minstrel cut off in his bloom ? O! where is the daisy, to shed in the morning And the worm and the sullen toad loathsomely crawl....! where is the primrose, so meet for adorning The tears it hath gather'd by night for my doom ? And dearer, far dearer than anguish can tell, Where,...