No pause the dire extremes between,
He made me blest—and broke my heart.
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WHEN chill November’s surly blast
One ev’ning, as I wander’d forthAlong the banks of Ayr,I spied a man, whose aged stepSeem’d weary, worn with care;His face furrow’d o’er with years,And hoary was his hair.‘Young stranger, whither wand’rest thou?’Began the rev’rend sage;‘Does thirst of wealth thy step constrain,Or youthful pleasure’s rage?Or haply, prest with cares and woes,Too soon thou hast beganTo…
O Thou dread Power, who reign’st above,
When for this scene of peace and loveI make this prayer sincere.The hoary Sire – the mortal stroke,Long, long be pleas’d to spare;To bless his little filial flock,And show what good men are.She, who her lovely offspring eyesWith tender hopes and fears,O bless her with a mother’s joys,But spare a mother’s tears!Their hope, their stay,…
BUT lately seen in gladsome green,
Thro’ gentle showers, the laughing flowersIn double pride were gay:But now our joys are fledOn winter blasts awa;Yet maiden May, in rich array,Again shall bring them a’.But my white pow, nae kindly thoweShall melt the snaws of Age;My trunk of eild, but buss or beild,Sinks in Time’s wintry rage.Oh, Age has weary days,And nights o’…
CURS’D be the man, the poorest wretch in life,
Who has no will but by her high permission,Who has not sixpence but in her possession;Who must to he, his dear friend’s secrets tell,Who dreads a curtain lecture worse than hell.Were such the wife had fallen to my part,I’d break her spirit or I’d break her heart;I’d charm her with the magic of a switch,I’d…
OH, open the door, some pity to shew,
Tho’ thou hast been false, I’ll ever prove true,Oh, open the door to me, oh.Cauld is the blast upon my pale cheek,But caulder thy love for me, oh:The frost that freezes the life at my heart,Is nought to my pains frae thee, oh.The wan Moon is setting beyond the white wave,And Time is setting with…
IN wood and wild, ye warbling throng,
Now, half extinct your powers of song,Sweet Echo is no more.Ye jarring, screeching things around,Scream your discordant joys;Now, half your din of tuneless soundWith Echo silent lies.