The Song Of The Bereaved (Nora Pembroke Poems)
With garments for sorrow torn, With eyelids heavy and red,A woman sat by a new-made grave, Bewailing her slaughtered dead--Weep! weep! weep! Tears ...
With garments for sorrow torn, With eyelids heavy and red,A woman sat by a new-made grave, Bewailing her slaughtered dead--Weep! weep! weep! Tears ...
O friends, I cannot comfort, but will share with you your grieving, In the valley of the shadow where you sit ...
I have not wept for Edgar, as a mother Weeps for the tender lamb she lays to rest;And yet it cannot ...
He lay on my breast so sweet and fair, I fondly fancied his home was there,Nor thought that the eyes of ...
Mary, ah me! gentle Mary, Can it be you're lying there,Pale and still, and cold as marble, You that was so young ...
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