...That lov'st to greet the early morn, Again thou usher'st in the day My Mary from my soul was torn. O Mary ! dear departed shade ! Where is thy place of...laid ? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast ? That sacred hour can I forget, Can I forget the hallowed, grove, Where by the winding Ayr we met,...

...with truth, honor, constancy and love. MY Mary, dear departed shade ! Where is thy place of heavenly rest ? Seest thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast ? Jesus Christ, thou amiablest of characters ! I trust thou art no impostor, and that thy revelation...

...That lov'st to greet the early morn, Again thou usherest in the day My Mary from my soul was torn. O Mary, dear departed shade ! Where is thy place of...laid ? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast ? That sacred hour can I forget, Can I forget the hallowed grove, Where by the winding Ayr we met,...

...That lov'st to greet the early mem, Again tliou usher'st in the day My Mary from my soul was torn. ' O Mary ! dear departed shade ! Where is thy place of...laid ? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast ? ' That sacred hour can I forget, Can I forget the hallowed grove, Where by the winding Ayr we met,...

...with miser-care ; Time but the' impression deeper makes, As streams their channels deeper wear ! My Mary — dear departed Shade ! Where is thy place...laid ? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast ? 1788. Perhaps the period is not yet arrived, in which the character of Mrs Robinson can be dispassionately...

...streams their channels deeper wear. 8 " My Mary, dear, departed shade, Where is thy blissful place of rest ? See'st thou thy lover lowly laid, Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast ? (To be continued.} • THIRD SECTION. AMERICAN LITERATURE REVIEWED. IN accordance with our promise,...

...Time but the' impression deeper makes, My Mary, dear departed shade ! Where is thy blissful place of rest? •See'st thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast? MAN WAS MADE TO MOURN: A DIRGE. WHEN chill November's surly blast Made fields and forests bare, One...

...That lov'st to greet the early mern, Again thou usher'st in the day My Mary from my soul was torn. ' O Mary ! dear departed shade ! Where is thy place of...laid ? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast J ' That sacred hour can I forget, Can I forget the hallowed grove, Where by the winding Ayr we met,...

...That lov'st to greet the early morn, .Again thou usher'st in the day My Mary from my soul was torn. O Mary ! dear departed shade ! Where is thy place of...laid? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast? Th;it sacred hour can I forget. Can I forget the hallow'd grove, 'Where by the winding Ayr we met,...

...Mary from my soul was torn. O Mary ! dear departed shade I Where is thy place of hlissful rest? Sce'st thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his hreast ? That saered hour ean I forgct, Can I forgct the hallowed grove, Where hy the winding Ayr we...