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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I'll bid my Heart be still.
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I'll bid my Heart be still.
I'll bid my heart be still,
And check each struggling sigh;
And there's none e'er shall know
My soul's cherished woe,
When the first tears of sorrow are dry.
And check each struggling sigh;
And there's none e'er shall know
My soul's cherished woe,
When the first tears of sorrow are dry.
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They bid me cease to weep,
For glory gilds his name;
But the deeper I mourn,
Since he cannot return
To enjoy the bright noon of his fame.
For glory gilds his name;
But the deeper I mourn,
Since he cannot return
To enjoy the bright noon of his fame.
While minstrels wake the lay
For peace and freedom won,
Like my lost lover's knell
The tones seem to swell,
And I hear but his death dirge alone.
For peace and freedom won,
Like my lost lover's knell
The tones seem to swell,
And I hear but his death dirge alone.
My cheek has lost its hue,
My eye grows faint and dim,
But 'tis sweeter to fade
In grief's gloomy shade,
Than to bloom for another than him.
My eye grows faint and dim,
But 'tis sweeter to fade
In grief's gloomy shade,
Than to bloom for another than him.
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