...dancing, frivolous epic measure of French poetry. The latter runs in this rhythmical fashion: — " She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps." And in this measure is composed the Henriade of Voltaire, with all the famed tragedies of Corneille and...

...was on her, says our Author, that Moore, the distinguished Irish Poet, composed ihe following bnes : She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps, And lovers around her are sighmg; But coldly she turns from their gaze and weeps, For her heart in his grave is lying. She sings...

...silent and devouring melancholy that had entered into her very soul. She wasted away in a slow and hopeless decline, and at length sunk into the grave, the victim of a broken heart. The following poems have been written in commemoration of this unfortunate young lady: HISS CURRANT...

...silent and devouring melancholy that had entered into her very soul. She wasted away in a slow but hopeless decline', and, at length, sunk into the grave, the victim of a broken heart. W. IBVINO. LESSON XLIX. UT THE PRISONER FOR DEBT. 1. LOOEV on him : through his dungeon-grate Feebly...

...words of the song fell on his ear. That song was " The Broken Heart," by Thomas Moore. Zuleime sang — She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps, And lovers arouiul her are sighing, But coldly she turns from their gaze and weeps, 1'or her heart in his grave...

...melancholy that had entered into her very soul She wasted away in a slow, but hopeless decline, and a. length sunk into the grave, the victim of a broken...It was on her that Moore, the distinguished Irish poof composed the following lines : — " She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps, And...

...hands were crossed on her heaving bosom, and she waved her body as she sung with touching pathos, " She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps, And lovers around her sighing, But coldly she turns from their gaze and weeps, For her heart in his grave is lying! * She...

...silent and devouring melancholy that had entered into her very soul. She wasted away in a slow but hopeless decline, and at length sunk into the grave,...lines : She is far from the land where her young hero sleep* And lovers around her are sighing : But coldly she turns from their gaze, and weeps, For her...

...SKETCH. BY HENRY T. CHORLEY, ESQ. "Thou'rt coitslancy !—I'm glad I know thy name !" THE HUNCHBACK. "She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps, And lovers around her are sighing." MOORK. IT was a rich, warm, golden evening, early in autumn, showing that most beautiful appearance...

...music stole ; And her ghost was seen to glide. Smiling o'er the fatal tide. SHE IS FAR FROM THE LAND. SHE is far from the land where her young hero sleeps, And lovers are round her, sighing: But coldly she turns from their gaze, and weeps, For her heart in his grave...