Her form was like the fair sun-stream That glances through the mists of noon — Ah ! little thought we that its beam Would vanish from our glens so soon ! Yet when her eye had most of mirth, And when her cheek the least was pale, They talked of purer... The poetical works of Robert Story - Page 18by Robert Story - 1857Full view - About this book
| Alaric Alexander Watts - English poetry - 1828 - 422 pages
...grief, Shall I be blithe — shall I be mute — Nor shed the tear, nor pour the wail, When death hath blighted to its root The sweetest flower of Malhamdale...her eye had most of mirth, And when her cheek the lea%t was pale, They talked of purer worlds than earth : — She could not stay in Malhamdale ! The... | |
| Alaric Alexander Watts - English poetry - 1828 - 498 pages
...of Malbamdale ! Her form was like the lair sun-ftream That glances through the mi5t. of n:xtn. — Ah ! little thought we that its beam Would vanish...purer worlds than earth ,—— She could not stay in Malhamdalp ! The placid depth of that dark eye, The wild-rose tint of that fair cheek, Will still awake... | |
| Robert Story - 1845 - 166 pages
...banner be ever unfurledO ! these have brought woe to so lovely a world ! THE FLOWER OF MALHAMDALE. I. Her form was like the fair sun-stream That glances...worlds than earth — She could not stay in Malhamdale ! II. The placid depth of that dark eye The wild-rose tint of that fair cheek — Will still awake... | |
| Robert Story - 1849 - 178 pages
...angels, 'tis thine to adore, 'Tis mine to behold and to clasp thee, no more! THE FLOWER OF MALHAMDALE. If on some bright and breezeless eve, When falls the...was pale, They talked of purer worlds than earth— The placid depth of that dark eye, The wild-rose tint of that fair cheek— Will still awake the long-drawn... | |
| Richard Wright Procter - Poetry - 1855 - 490 pages
...is the way to be blest." THE FLOWER OF MA.LHAMDALE. FROM "SONOS AND LYRICAL POEMS," RY RORERT STOkY. HER form was like the fair sun-stream That glances...mirth, And when her cheek the least was pale, They talk'd of purer worlds than earth — She could not stay in Malhamdale ! The placid depth of that dark... | |
| 1836 - 778 pages
...tear — nor pour the wail — When Death has hligbted to its root The sweetest Flower of Malbamdale? Her form was like the fair sun-stream That glances...purer worlds than earth — She could not stay in Malbamdale ! The placid depth of that dark eye The wild-rose tint of that fair cheek — Will still... | |
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