The Works of The Ettrick Shepherd Centenary Edition. With a Memoir of the Author, by the Rev. Thomas Thomson ... Poems and Life. With Many Illustrative Engravings [by James Hogg] |
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Jacob and Laban.
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Jacob and Laban.
“Depart ye—depart ye—
For shame, ere the morrow!
Alone let me weep,
In anguish and sorrow,
For her whom so long
I've loved with fond duty;
For all I have lost
Of sweetness and beauty.
For shame, ere the morrow!
Alone let me weep,
In anguish and sorrow,
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I've loved with fond duty;
For all I have lost
Of sweetness and beauty.
“These seven long years
I've served hardly for her;
Yet they seemed but a day,
For the love that I bore her.
The chill hour of midnight
Oft watching has found me,
While the wolf and the lion
Were prowling around me.
Shame on the gift! shame on the giver!
Woe, woe, now and for ever!”
I've served hardly for her;
Yet they seemed but a day,
For the love that I bore her.
The chill hour of midnight
Oft watching has found me,
While the wolf and the lion
Were prowling around me.
Shame on the gift! shame on the giver!
Woe, woe, now and for ever!”
“Cheer thee, boy!—cheer thee, boy!
Blame not her willingness;
Bound to obey,
And swayed by her lovingness.
Striplings may woo,
But age must beware of them;
Laws must be framed,
And strangers must care for them.
Blame not her willingness;
Bound to obey,
And swayed by her lovingness.
Striplings may woo,
But age must beware of them;
Laws must be framed,
And strangers must care for them.
“Love's like the young rose;
Pulled, it will fade and die
Love's like the diamond;
Hardly won, valued high:
For seven years more,
She will kinder and dearer grow;
Thine shall thy love be,
When thou hast won her so.”
“Blest be the boon! blest be the giver!
Joy, joy, now and for ever!”
Pulled, it will fade and die
Love's like the diamond;
Hardly won, valued high:
For seven years more,
She will kinder and dearer grow;
Thine shall thy love be,
When thou hast won her so.”
“Blest be the boon! blest be the giver!
Joy, joy, now and for ever!”
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