...For her may some tall tomb unfold — Some tomb that oft hath flung its black And wing-like pannels, fluttering back, Triumphant o'er the crested palls Of her grand family funerals. — Some sepulehre, remote, alone. Against whose portal she hath thrown, In childhood, many an idle stone, —...

...For her may some tall tomb unfold — Some tomb that oft hath flung its black And wing-like panncH fluttering back, Triumphant o'er the crested palls...portal she hath thrown, In childhood, many an idle stonr, — Some vault from out whose sounding door She ne'er shall force an echo more. Nor thrill to...

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...remote, alone, Against whose portal she hath thrown, In childhood, many an idle stone,— Some vault from out whose sounding door She ne'er shall force an echo more, Nor thrill to think, poor child of sin, It was the dead who groaned wilhin.' One nation has hardly...

...For her may some tall tomb unfold — Some tomb that oft hath flung its black And wing-like pannels, fluttering back, Triumphant o'er the crested palls...thrown, In childhood, many an idle stone, — Some vault from out whose sounding dooj She ne'er shall force an echo more, Nor thrill to think, poor child...

...and old, For her may some tall vault unfold — Some vault that oft hath flung its black And winged panels fluttering back, Triumphant, o'er the crested...child of sin ! It was the dead who groaned within. SILENCE. THERE are some qualities — some incorporate things. That have a double life, which thus...

...For her may some tall vault unfold — Some vault that oft hath flung its black And winged pannels fluttering back, Triumphant, o'er the crested palls,...child of sin ! It was the dead who groaned within. SILENCE. THEEE are some qualities — some incorporate things, That have a double life, which thus...

...tomb that oft hath flung its black And wing-like panels, fluttermg back Triumphant o'er the fluttering palls Of her grand family funerals — Some sepulchre, remote, alone, Against whose portals she has thrown, In childhood, many an idle stone, — Some vault from out whose sounding door...

...For her may some tall tomb unfold — Some tomb that oft hath flung its blark And wing-like pannols, fluttering back. Triumphant o'er the crested palls...thrown, In childhood, many an idle stone. — Some vault from out whose sounding t^ She ne'er shall force an echo more, Nor thrill to think, poor child...

...and old, For her may some tall vault unfold — Some vault that oft hath flung its black And winged panels fluttering back, Triumphant, o'er the crested...child of sin ! It was the dead who groaned within. FOE ANNIE. HANK Heaven ! the crisis—- The danger is past, And the lingering illness Is over at last...