...weave a charm for my relief, Shall steep me in Elysian reverie, A momentary dream that thou art she. ' My mother ! when I learned that thou wast dead, Say,...Journey just begun ? Perhaps thou gav'st me, though unseen, a kiss : Perhaps a tear, if souls can weep in bliss ! I heard the bell tolled on thy burial...

...fifty years afterwards, on the receipt of her portrait from a relation in Norfolk : — " My mother 1 when I learned that thou wast dead, Say, wast thou...journey just begun ? Perhaps thou gav'st me, though unseen, a kiss : Perhaps a tear, if souls can weep in bliss ! I heard the bell tolled on thy burial...

...Shall steep me in Elysian reverie, A momentary dream, that thou art she. My mother ! when I learn'd that thou wast dead, Say, wast thou conscious of the tears I shed ? Hover'd thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son, Wretch even then, life's journey just begun? Perhaps thou...

...mother ! when I learn'd that thou want dead, Say, wast then conscious of the t< - ar« I shed ? Hover d thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son, Wretch even then, life's journey just begun ? I heard the bell toll'd on thy burial day, I saw the hearse, that bore thce slow away, And, turning...

...weave a charm for my relief, Shall steep me in Elysian reverie, A momentary dream that thou art she. My mother ! when I learned that thou wast dead, Say,...son, Wretch, even then, life's journey just begun 1 Perhaps thou gav'st me, though unfelt, a kiss ; . Perhaps a tear, if souls can weep in bliss —...

...more than fifty years afterwards, on the receipt of her portrait from a relation in Norfolk :— " My mother ! when I learned that thou wast dead, Say,...Hovered thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son, Wretch even men, life's journey just begun? Perhaps thou gav'st me, though unseen, a kiss: Perhaps a tear, if souls...

...events prolonged the impression of this regret to more considerate years. My mother ! when I learn'd that thou wast dead, Say, wast thou conscious of the tears I shed ? I heard the bells toll'd on thy burial day ; I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away ; And, turning...

...lines on his mother's picture, there is the following pathetic remark : My mother ! when I learn'd that thou wast dead, Say, wast thou conscious of the tears I shed ? Hover'd thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son, Wretch even then, life's journey just begun 1 In dwelling...

...lines on his mother's picture, there is the following pathetic remark : My mother ! when I learn'd that thou wast dead, Say, wast thou conscious of the tears I shed ? Hover'd thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son, Wretch even then, life's journey just begun ? In dwelling...

...Shall steep me in Elysian reverie, A momentary dream, that thou art she. My mother ! when I learn'd that thou wast dead, Say, wast thou conscious of the tears I shed ? Hover'd thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son, Wretch even then, life's journey just begun ? Perhaps...