 Malhamdale ! The placid depth of that dark eye, The wild-rose tint of that fair cheek, Will still awake the long-drawn sigh, While memory of the past shall speak. And we can never be but pained To think, when gazing on that vale, One angel more to heaven...  The poetical works of Robert Story - Page 19by Robert Story - 1857Full view - About this book
 | Alaric Alexander Watts - English poetry - 1828 - 430 pages
...MALHAMDALE. IF, on some bright and breezless eve, When falls the ripe rose leaf by leaf, The moralizing Bard will heave A sigh that seems allied to grief....Joy, is pale, And now its withering perfumes breathe On yon new grave in Malhamdale. Literary Gazette. BALLAD BY 3IRS. CORNWELL BARON WILSON. YES ! once... | |
 | Alaric Alexander Watts - English poetry - 1828 - 422 pages
...Would vanish from our glens so soon ! Yet, when her eye had most of mirth, And when her cheek the lea%t was pale, They talked of purer worlds than earth :...Joy, is pale, And now its withering perfumes breathe On yon new grave in Malhamdale. Literary Gazette. BALLAD BY MRS. CORNWELL BARON WILSON. YES ! once... | |
 | Alaric Alexander Watts - English poetry - 1828 - 498 pages
...the least was pale. They talked of purer worlds than earth ,—— She could not stay in Malhamdalp ! The placid depth of that dark eye, The wild-rose tint...Joy, is pale, And now its withering perfumes breathe On yon new grave in Malhamdale. Literary Gazette. 2A BALLAD. BY MBS. CORNWELL BAHON WILSON. YES ! once... | |
 | Alaric Alexander Watts - English poetry - 1828 - 426 pages
...And we can never be but pained To think, when gazing on that vale, One angel more to heaven is gamed, But one is lost to Malhamdale ! I may not tell what...Joy, is pale, And now its withering perfumes breathe On yon new grave in Malhamdale. Literary Gazette. BALLAD. BY .11 IIS. COB.HWELL BARON WILSON. YES !... | |
 | Robert Story - 1845 - 166 pages
...when gazing on that vale, One angel more to Heaven is gained, But one is lost to Malhamdale ! III. I may not tell what dreams were mine — Dreams, laid...its withering perfumes breathe O'er yon new grave in Malhamdale ! WHERE YONDER LITTLE STREAMLET I. Where yonder little streamlet flows With many a purl... | |
 | Robert Story - 1849 - 178 pages
...had most of mirth, And when her cheek the least was pale, They talked of purer worlds than earth— The placid depth of that dark eye, The wild-rose tint...partial shine Of that fair eye was turned on me. Enough, enough—the blooming wreath Of Love, and Hope, and Joy, is pale, And now its withering perfumes breathe... | |
 | Richard Wright Procter - Poetry - 1855 - 490 pages
...think, when gazing on that v.ale, One angel more to Heaven is gain'd, But one is lost to Malhnmrlale ! I may not tell what dreams were mine — Dreams, laid...full, soft, and partial shine Of that fair eye was turn'd on me. Enough, enough — the blooming wreath Of Love, and Hope, and Joy, is pale ; And now... | |
 | 1836 - 778 pages
...think, when gazing on thit vale, One angel more to Heaven is gained, But one is lost to Malbamdale ! I may not tell what dreams were mine — Dreams laid...futurity — When the full, soft, and partial shine Of thai fair eye was turned on me. Enough, enough — the blooming wreath Of Love, and Hope, and Joy,... | |
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