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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=506498" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Peggy</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now westlin winds and slaught'ring guns<br> Bring autumn's pleasant weather;<br>And the moorcock springs, on whirring wings,<br> Amang the blooming heather;<br>Now waving grain, wide o'er the plain,<br> Delights the weary farmer;<br>And the moon shines bright, when I rove at night.<br> To muse upou my charmer.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The partridge loves the fruitful fells;<br> The plover loves the mountains;<br>The woodcock haunts tbe lonely dell;<br> The soaring hern the fountains:<br>Thro' lofty groves the cushat roves,<br> The path of man to shun it;<br>The hazel bush o'erhangs the thrush,<br> The spreading thorn the linnet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thus ev'ry kind their pleasure find,<br> The savage and the tender;<br>Some social join, and leagues combine<br> Some solitary wander:<br>Avaunt, away, the cruel sway!<br> Tyrannic man's dominion;<br>The sportsman's joy, the murd'ring cry,<br> The flutt'ring, gory pinion!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But Peggy dear, the evening's clear,<br> Thick flies the skimming swallow;<br>The sky is blue, the fields in view,<br> All fading-green and yellow:<br>Come let us stray our gladsome way,<br> And view the charms of nature;<br>The rustling corn, the fruited thorn,<br> And every happy creature.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We'll gently walk, and sweetly talk,<br> Till the silent moon shine clearly;<br>I'll grasp thy waist, and, fondly prest,<br> Swear how I love thee dearly:<br>Not vernal show'rs to budding flow'rs,<br> Not autumn to the farmer,<br>So dear can be as thou to me,<br> My fair, my lovely charmer!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My Love is Like a Red, Red Rose</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O, my luve is like a red, red rose,<br>That's newly sprung in June.<br>O, my love is like a melodie,<br>That's sweetly play'd in tune.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As fair thou art, my bonnie lass,<br>So deep in luve am I,<br>And I will luve thee still, my dear,<br>Till a' the seas gang dry.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,<br>And the rocks melt wi' the sun!<br>And I will luve thee still, my dear,<br>While the sands of life shall run.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And fare the weel, my only luve!<br>And fare the well awhile!<br>And I will come again, my love.<br>Tho' it were ten thousand mile!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+Burns">Robert Burns</a><div class=q>
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 Bring autumn's pleasant weather;
And the moorcock springs, on whirring wings,
 Amang the blooming heather;
Now waving grain, wide o'er the plain,
 Delights the weary farmer;
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