...That lov'st to greet the early morn, Again thou usher'st in the day My Mary from my soul was torn. 0 Mary ! dear departed shade ! Where is thy place of...laid ? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast!" He wrote them all down just as they now are, in their immortal beauty, and gave them to his wife. Jealousy...

...thou thy lover, lowly laid? Hear'st thou the groans, that rend his breast ' That sacred hour—can I forget. Can I forget the hallow'd grove. Where,...winding Ayr we met, To live one day of parting love ! Eternity—will not efface Those records dear, of transports past; Thy image, at our last embrace...

...creatures — to extol — Him — FIRST; Him — last ¡ Him — midst, and — without end." " О Mary ! dear — departed shade, Where is thy place...blissful rest ? Seest thou thy lover — lowly laid 7 Hear'et thou the groans, that rend his breast?" 308. Read, or rather apeak from memory, these lines...

...with miser care ! Time, but the impression deeper makes, As streams — their channels deeper wmr. My .Mary ! dear departed shade ! Where is thy place of blissful rest ) Seest thou thy lover lowly laid 1 Hear'st thou the groans that rend his ог Ill-doers— are til-thinkers. READINGS AND RECITATION«....

...That lov'st to greet the early morn, Again thou usher'st in the day, My Mary from my soul was torn. 0, Mary ! dear departed shade ! Where is thy place of blissful rest? See'st thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hearest thou the groans that rend his breast t That sacred hour can I forget ? Can I forget the hallowed...

...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...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 morn, Again thou usher'st in the day My Mary from my soul was torn. O, Mary ! dear, departed shade ! Where is thy place...laid ? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast? 2. That sacred hour can I forget, Can I forget the hallow'd grove, Where by the winding Ayr we met,...

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

...broods with miser care ! Time but the impression deeper makes, As streams their channels deeper wear. My Mary! dear, departed shade! Where is thy place of blissful rest? Seest thou thy lover lowly laid 1 Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast1? Bams, the great but ill-fated Scottish poet, was bom...