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895 But many good and pious thoughts Had she; and, in the kirk to pray, Two long Scotch miles, through rain or snow, To kirk she had been used to go, Twice every Sabbath day. BUT MANY GOOD AND PIOUS THOUGHTS HAD SHE AND IN THE KIRK TO PRAY TWO LONG SCOTCH MILES THROUGH RAIN OR SNOW TO KIRK SHE HAD BEEN USED TO GO TWICE EVERY SABBATH DAY
, And now is passing by an inn Brim-full of a carousing crew, That make, [96] with curses not a few, An uproar and a drunken din. 870 I cannot well express the thoughts Which Peter in those noises found;-- A stifling power compressed his frame, While-as a swimming darkness came [97] Over that dull and dreary sound. 875 For well did Peter know the sound; The language of those drunken joys To him, a jovial soul, I ween, But a few hours ago, had been A gladsome and a welcome noise. 880 _Now_, [98] turned adrift into the past, He finds no solace in his course; Like planet-stricken men of yore, He trembles, smitten to the core By strong compunction and remorse. 885 But, more than all, his heart is stung To think of one, almost a child; A sweet and playful Highland girl, As light and beauteous as a squirrel, As beauteous and as wild! 890 Her dwelling was a lonely house, [99] A cottage in a heathy dell; And she put on her gown of green, And left her mother at sixteen, And followed Peter Bell. ND A RECKLESS WILL I MARRIED MY SIXTH WIFE THE UNHEEDING ASS MOVES SLOWLY ON AND NOW IS PASSING BY AN INN BRIM FULL OF A CAROUSING CREW THAT MAKE WITH CURSES NOT A FEW AN UPROAR AND A DRUNKEN DIN I CANNOT WELL EXPRESS THE THOUGHTS WHICH PETER IN THOSE NOISES FOUND A STIFLING POWER COMPRESSED HIS FRAME WHILE AS A SWIMMING DARKNESS CAME OVER THAT DULL AND DREARY SOUND FOR WELL DID PETER KNOW THE SOUND THE LANGUAGE OF THOSE DRUNKEN JOYS TO HIM A JOVIAL SOUL I WEEN BUT A FEW HOURS AGO HAD BEEN A GLADSOME AND A WELCOME NOISE NOW TURNED ADRIFT INTO THE PAST HE FINDS NO SOLACE IN HIS COURSE LIKE PLANET STRICKEN MEN OF YORE HE TREMBLES SMITTEN TO THE CORE BY STRONG COMPUNCTION AND REMORSE BUT MORE THAN ALL HIS HEART IS STUNG TO THINK OF ONE ALMOST A CHILD A SWEET AND PLAYFUL HIGHLAND GIRL AS LIGHT AND BEAUTEOUS AS A SQUIRREL AS BEAUTEOUS AND AS WILD HER DWELLING WAS A LONELY HOUSE A COTTAGE IN A HEATHY DELL AND SHE PUT ON HER GOWN OF GREEN AND LEFT HER MOTHER AT SIXTEEN AND FOLLOWED PETER BELL
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