...amiable, the intelligent and the virtuous. Green be the turf above thee, Friend of my better days ! i None knew thee, but to love thee, Nor named thee, but to praise. Tears fell, when thou wert dying, From eyes unused to weep ; And long, where thou art lying, Will tears...

...swinging in the wind, until chance directed the footsteps of some straggler to the place. 257 CHAPTER X. " Green be the turf above thee, Friend of my better...thee but to love thee, Nor named thee but to praise." HaUtck. WHILE the scenes and events that we have recorded were occurring, Captain Lawton led his small...

...triumph-hours, save on the battle day ? ON THE DEATH OF JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE, OP NEW-YORK, SEPT. 1820. GREEN be the turf above thee, Friend of my better...thee but to love thee, Nor named thee but to praise. Tears fell, when thou wert dying, From eyes unused to weep, And long, where thou art lying, Will tears...

...The good die first, And they, whose hearts are dry as summer dust, Burn to the socket." WORDSWORTH. GREEN be the turf above thee, Friend of my better...thee but to love thee, Nor named thee but to praise. 38 ON THE DEATH OF J. RODMAN DRAKE. Tears fell, when thou wert dying, From eyes unused to weep, And...

...written in September, 1820, after the death of Joseph Rodman Drake, the intimate friend of our author. " Green be the turf above thee, Friend of my better...thee but to love thee, Nor named thee but to praise. " Tears fell, when thou" wert dying, From eyes unused to weep, And long, where thou art lying, Will...

...summer dust, Burn to the socket." GREEN be the turf above thee, Friend of my better days ! WORDSWORTH. None knew thee but to love thee, Nor named thee but to praise. Tears fell, when thou wert dying, From eyes unused to weep, And long, where thou art lying, Will tears...

...were the Robinsons and Chifneys of the day : of Francis Russell we may say, in the lines of Halleck, " Green be the turf above thee, Friend of my better...thee but to love thee, Nor named thee but to praise." Although our article ought strictly to be confined to racing, we cannot refrain from laying before...

...the touching language, with which an admired poet has hallowed the memory of a brother bard ; — " Green be the turf above thee, Friend of my better...but to love thee, Nor named thee, but to praise." And were it only for the peculiar species of fame which Lamb's contributions to the light literature...

...hearts, like kindred drops, be mingled into one. 18 GREEN BE THE TURF ABOVE THEE. BY FITZ-GREENE HALLECK. GREEN be the turf above thee, Friend of my better...thee but to love thee, Nor named thee but to praise. Tears fell, when thou wert dying, From eyes unused to weep, And long, where thou art lying, Will tears...

...the touching language, with which an admiredpoet has hallowed the memory of. a- brother bard ; — " Green be the turf above thee, Friend of my better...but to love thee, Nor named thee, but to praise." And were it only for the peculiar species of fame which Lamb's contributions to the light literature...