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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! 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
oses, It seemed--wall, window, roof and tower [94]-- To bow to some transforming power, And blend with the surrounding trees. 860 As ruinous a place it was, Thought Peter, in the shire of Fife That served my turn, when following still From land to land a reckless will [95] I married my sixth wife! 865 The unheeding Ass moves slowly on, 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. N AND TUFTED WITH AN IVY GROVE DYING INSENSIBLY AWAY FROM HUMAN THOUGHTS AND PURPOSES IT SEEMED WALL WINDOW ROOF AND TOWER TO BOW TO SOME TRANSFORMING POWER AND BLEND WITH THE SURROUNDING TREES AS RUINOUS A PLACE IT WAS THOUGHT PETER IN THE SHIRE OF FIFE THAT SERVED MY TURN WHEN FOLLOWING STILL FROM LAND TO LAND 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
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