...Door. I. SHE is far from the land where her young hero sleeps, And lovers are round her, sighing ; But coldly she turns from their gaze, and weeps, For her heart in his grave is lying ! n. She sings the wild song of her dear native plains, Every note which he loved awaking. — Ah !...

...Door. I. SHE is far from the land where her young hero sleeps, And lovers are round her, sighing ; But coldly she turns from their gaze, and weeps, For her heart in his grave is lying ! n. She sings the wild song of her dear native plains, Every note which he loved awaking. — Ah !...

...following lines : She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps, And lovers around her are sighing : But coldly she turns from their gaze, and weeps, For her heart iu his grave is lying. She sings the wild songs of her dear native plains, Every note which he lov'd...

...lines : — " She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps, And lovers around her are sighing : But coldly she turns from their gaze, and weeps, For...heart in his grave is lying. " She sings the wild songs of her dear native plains, Every note which he lov'd awaking — Ah ! little they think, who...

...following lines : She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps, And lovers around her are sighing : But coldly she turns from their gaze, and weeps, For...her heart in his grave is lying. She sings the wild songs of her dear native plains, Every note which he lov'd awaking — Ah ! little they think, who...

...following lines : She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps, And lovers around her are sighing : But coldly she turns from their gaze and weeps, For...her heart in his grave is lying. She sings the wild songs of her dear native plains, Every note which he loved awaking — • Ah ! little they think who...

...OF VENICE. She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps, And lovers around her are sighing, But coldly she turns from their gaze and weeps, For...her heart in his grave is lying. She sings the wild notes of her dear native plains, Every note which he lov'd awaking ; Ah! little they think, who delight-...

...the door." SHE is far from the land, where her young hero sleeps, And lovers are round her sighing, But coldly she turns from their gaze, and weeps, For...strains, How the heart of the Minstrel is breaking ! * I have here madp a feeble effort to imtate that exquisite inscription of Shenstoue's. — " Heu...

...the Door. She is far from the land, where her young Hero sleeps, And lovers are round her sighing ; But coldly she turns from their gaze, and weeps, For...strains, How the heart of the Minstrel is breaking ! 0 He had liv'd for his love, for his country he died, They were all that to life had entwin'd him,...

...bright as joy — pure, unstain'd mirrors, Wherein I read thy soul — seem dim with care. Ravenna. Ah ! little they think who delight in her strains, How the heart of the minstrel is breaking. MOORE. Only hear her eyes; Tho' they are mute they plead, nay more, command : For beauteous eyes have...