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...HENRY F. CHORLEY, ESQ. • t Thou 'rt constancy ! — I 'm glad I know thy name l" THE HUNCHBACB. " She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps. And lovers around her are sighing." MOORE. IT was a rich, warm, golden evening, early in autumn, showing that...

...SKETCH. BY HE.MBY F. CHORLEY, ESQ. *' Thou'rt constancy ! — I 'm glad I know thy name!" THB HUNCHBACK " She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps, And lovers around her are sighing." IIOORB. IT was a rich, warm, golden evening, early in autumn, showing that...

...seen to glide, Smiling, o'er the fatal tide ! SHE IS FAR FROM THE LAND. AIR. — Open the Door. I. SHE is far from the land where her young hero sleeps,...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!...

...FAR FROM THE LAND. She is iar 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 I She sings the wild song of her dear native plains, Every note which he loved awaking : Ah ! little...

...as 'twas then to my eyes, Is that bower on the banks of the calm Bendemeer. FROM THE IRISH MELODIES. 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...

...broken heart. It was on her that Moore, the distinguished Irish poet,composed the 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...

...the 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...her heart in his grave is lying. She sings the wild song of her dear native plains, • •• Every note which he loved awaking — Ah ! little they think,...

...seen to glide, Smiling, o'er the fatal tide! SHE IS ГАП FROM THE LAND. AIR — Open the Door. SHR is far from the land where her young hero sleeps, And lovers are round her sighing; Hut coldly she turns from their gaze, and weeps, Tor her heart in his grave is lying! She sing« the...

...where her young hero sleeps, And lovers arc round her sighing; But coldly she turas from their gaie, and weeps. For her heart in his grave is lying ! She sings the wild song of her dear native plain», Every note which he loved awaking, — Ah ! little they think, who...