Graham's Magazine Vol XXXII No. 6 June 1848

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heard in the

hose wild and

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presence with

sorrows in

future of

cheek do th

light of the

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we parted be

entered the

of the dying

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, when on th

ntom-like sha

n my words a

er sire, in the

dust by the

me where his b

rops stood on t

g blood on the

in silence fo

ng on earth

es that must

at smiles when

rength of her

she trembles and

in would the

breath of the

peeds on its

art and a g

k my way, I

n, to thy s

with no pro

some hostile

in that mi

e battle's w

love is li

th not in s

e dark and

round with st

petals bri

ts fragranc

dare and

to preserv

g land requ

tect the bra

nd Morna tu

ge tree, da

ed finger

and glancing

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length, wit

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d bird in a

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