...judge 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...

...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 to die ! Oh thou wert lovely — lovely was thy frame. And pure thy spirit as from Heaven it came! And, when recalled to...

...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...

...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 !...

...Such grief was ours — it seeing but yesterday — When in thy prime, wishing so much to stay, 'Twas thine, Maria, thine without a sigh 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...

...they love?) From every lillle noise catch hope and fear, Exchanging still, still as they turn to bear, Whispers and sighs, and smiles all tenderness That...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...

...and fear, Exchanging still, still us they turn to hear, Whispers and sighs, and smiles all tcndernesi That would in vain the starting tear repress. Such...yesterday — When in thy prime, wishing so much to stay, "Г was thine, Maria, thine without a sigh At midnight in a Sister's arms to die ! Oh thou wert lovely...

...fire, And Innocence breathes contagion — all but one, But she who gave it birth — from her alone M The medicine-cup is taken. Through the night, And...yesterday — When in thy prime, wishing so much to stay, 'Twas thine, Maria, thine without a sigh At midnight in a Sister's arms to die ! Oh thou wert lovely...

...And Innocence breathes contagion — all but one, But she who gave it birth — from her alone M 81 The medicine-cup is taken. Through the night, And...yesterday — When in thy prime, wishing so much to stay, 'Twas thine, Maria, thine without a sigh At midnight in a Sister's arms to die ! Oh thou wert lovely...

...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, 'Twas thine, Maria, thine without a sigh At midnight in a Sister's arms to die! Oh thou wert lovely—lovely...