Those joyous hours are past away ; And many a heart, that then was gay, Within the tomb now darkly dwells, And hears no more those evening bells. And so 'twill be when I am gone ; That tuneful peal will still ring on, While other bards shall walk these... Tickler, Or, Monthly Compendium of Good Things, in Prose and Verse: Blending ... - Page 47 1818 Full view -
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