...of poetry revile Mr Rogers for the incorrectness of that most sweet and graceful passage — ' 'Twos thine, Maria, thine, without a sigh. At midnight in a sister's arms to die, Nursing the young to health.' Sir Roger Newdigate is fairly entitled, we think, to be ranked among...

...to hear, Whispers and sighs, and smiles all tenderness That would in vain the starting tear repress. Such grief was ours — it seems but yesterday — When in thy prime, wishing so much to stay, 'Twos thine, Maria, thine without a sigh At midnight in a Sister's arms to die ! Oh thou wert Jovely...

...pers and iighs, and smiles all tenderness That would in vain the starting tear repress. SUDh'grief was ours— it seems but yesterday — When in thy prime, wishing so much to stay, 'Twas.thine., Maria, thine without a sigh At iiiidni'.'lii in a sister's arms to die ! CHuhon.wert...

...deceased brother in the " Pleasures of Memory." It brings us at once into the very bosom of affliction. Twas thine, Maria, thine without a sigh At midnight in a Sister's arms tn die ! Oh thou wert lovely— lovely was thy frame, And pure thy spirit as from Heaven it came !...

...deceased brother in the " Pleasures of Memory." It brings us at once into the very bosom of affliction. 'Twas thine, Maria, thine without a sigh At midnight in a Sister's arms'tn die ! Oh thou wert lovely — lovely was thy frame, And pure thy spirit as from Heaven it came...

...to bear, Whispers and sighs, and smiles all tenderness That would in vain the starting tear repress. Such grief was ours — it seems but yesterday — When in thy prime, wishing so much to stay, T was thine, Maria, thine without a sigh AI midnight in a Sister's arms to die! Oh thou wert lovely...

...to hear, Whispers and sighs, and smiles all tenderness That would in vain the starting tear repress. Such grief was ours — it seems but yesterday — When in thy prime, wishing во much to stay, 'T was thine, Maria, thine without a sigh At midnight in a Sister's arms to die...

...sighs, and smiles all tenderness That would in vain the starting tear repress. Such grief was ours—it seems but yesterday— When in thy prime, wishing...At midnight in a Sister's arms to die! Oh thou wert lovely—lovely was thy frame, And pure thy spirit as from Heaven it came! And, when recalled to join...

...judge of poetry revile Mr. Rogers for the incorrectness of that most sweet and graceful passage — " Twas thine, Maria, thine, without a sigh, At midnight in a sister's arms to die, Nursing the young to health." Sir Roger Newdigate is fairly entitled, we think, to be ranked amongst...

...hear, Whispers and siglis, and smiles all tenderness That would in vain the starting tear repress. Such grief was ours — it seems but yesterday — When in thy prime, wishing so much to stay, T was thine, Maria, thine without a sigh At midnight in a Sister's arms to die ! Oh thou wert lovely...