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... Thou's met me in an evil hour ; For I maun crush amang the stoure Thy slender stem ; To spare thee now is past my power , Thou bonnie gem . " Alas ! it's no ' thy neebor sweet , The bonnie Lark , companion meet , Bending thee ' mang the ...
... Thou's met me in an evil hour ; For I maun crush amang the stoure Thy slender stem ; To spare thee now is past my power , Thou bonnie gem . " Alas ! it's no ' thy neebor sweet , The bonnie Lark , companion meet , Bending thee ' mang the ...
33 psl.
... thou , beneath the random bield O ' clod or stane , Adorns the histie stibble - field , Unseen , alane . " There , in thy scanty mantle clad , Thy snawie bosom sunward spread , Thou lifts thy unassuming head In humble guise ; But now ...
... thou , beneath the random bield O ' clod or stane , Adorns the histie stibble - field , Unseen , alane . " There , in thy scanty mantle clad , Thy snawie bosom sunward spread , Thou lifts thy unassuming head In humble guise ; But now ...
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... Thou would be found deep drowned in Doon ; Or catched wi ' warlocks in the mirk By Alloway's auld haunted kirk . ” The arch reference to lengthy conjugal counsels ; – " Ah , gentle dames ! it gars me greet , To think how mony counsels ...
... Thou would be found deep drowned in Doon ; Or catched wi ' warlocks in the mirk By Alloway's auld haunted kirk . ” The arch reference to lengthy conjugal counsels ; – " Ah , gentle dames ! it gars me greet , To think how mony counsels ...
55 psl.
... thou art sleeping ! Those by sea or death removed , Friends who in thy spring - time knew thee , All thou'st ever prized or loved , In dreams come smiling to thee ! There may the child whose love lay deepest , Dearest of all , come while ...
... thou art sleeping ! Those by sea or death removed , Friends who in thy spring - time knew thee , All thou'st ever prized or loved , In dreams come smiling to thee ! There may the child whose love lay deepest , Dearest of all , come while ...
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... Thou'lt find her yet in heaven ! There is much more of the true poetic fire in some of Moore's national than in his amatory lyrics . They glow with a very impetuous fervour of patriotism , —Irish pa- triotism , of which it has been said ...
... Thou'lt find her yet in heaven ! There is much more of the true poetic fire in some of Moore's national than in his amatory lyrics . They glow with a very impetuous fervour of patriotism , —Irish pa- triotism , of which it has been said ...
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123 psl. - Alas ! they had been friends in youth ; But whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
262 psl. - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand...
118 psl. - Christ! what saw I there! Each corse lay flat, lifeless, and flat, And, by the holy rood! A man all light, a seraph-man, On every corse there stood. This seraph-band, each waved his hand: It was a heavenly sight! They stood as signals to the land, Each one a lovely light; This seraph-band, each waved his hand, No voice did they impart — No voice; but oh!
120 psl. - There is not wind enough to twirl The one red leaf, the last of its clan, That dances as often as dance it can, Hanging so light, and hanging so high, On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky.
260 psl. - IT is a beauteous evening, calm and free ; The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration...
195 psl. - That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.
115 psl. - The moving Moon went up the sky, And nowhere did abide; Softly she was going up, And a star or two beside...
33 psl. - Unskilful he to note the card Of prudent lore, Till billows rage, and gales blow hard, And whelm him o'er! Such fate to suffering worth is...
113 psl. - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.
264 psl. - That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west; Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.