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If Mary had
When she held her Babe's hands in her own­Little hands that were tender and white as a rose,
All dented with dimples from finger to wrist,
Such as mothers have kissed­That one day they must feel the fierce

The Lady Mary Villiers
Under this stone; with weeping
The parents that first gave her breath,
And their sad friends, laid her in earth

They'd parted but a year before—she never thought he’d come,
She stammer’d, blushed, held out her hand, and called him ‘Mister Gum
’How could he know that all the while she longed to murmur ‘John
’He called her ‘Miss le Brook,’ and ...

Oh, lovely Mary Donnelly, my joy, my only best  If fifty girls were round you,
I’d hardly see the rest;
Be what it may the time o’ day, the place be where it
Sweet looks o’ Mary Donnelly, they bloom before me still

Mary,
Mary, quite
How does your garden grow
"I live with my brat in a high-rise flat,

Yes,
Mary Ann,
I freely grant,
The charms of Henry's eyes I see;

The grimmest crime
as well as its links
– remnants,
bones and flesh

ES, we were happy once, and care My jocund heart could ne'er surprise;
My treasures were, her golden hair,
Her ruby lips, her brilliant eyes
My treasures were--alas

This little vault, this narrow room, Of Love, and Beauty, is the tomb; The dawning beam that gan to clear Our clouded sky, lies darken'd here, Forever set to us, by death Sent to inflame the world beneath
'Twas but a bud, yet did contain More...

For Reverend Theodore Richardson
If Mary came would Mary
Forgive, as Mothers may,
And sad and second Saviour

Mary, Mary, quite contrary
How does your garden grow?
With silver bells and cockleshells
And pretty maids all in a row.