<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=506535" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Thou Lingering Star</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou lingering star, with less'ning ray,<br> That lov'st to greet the early morn,<br>Again thou usherast in the day<br> My Mary from my soul was torn.<br>O Mary, dear departed shade<br> Where is thy place of blissful rest?<br>See'st thou thy lover lowly laid?<br> Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That sacred hour can I forget?<br> Can I forget the hallow'd grove<br>Where, by the winding Ayr, we met,<br> To live one day of parting love?<br>Eternity cannot efface<br> Those records dear of transports past,<br>Thy image at our last embrace---<br> Ah! little thought we 'twas our last!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ayr, gurgling, kiss'd his pebbled shore,<br> O'erhung with wild-woods, thickening green;<br>The fragrant birch and hawthorn hoar,<br> Twin'd amorous round the raptur'd scene;<br>The flowers sprang wanton to be prest<br> The birds sang love on every spray<br>Till too, too soon, the glowing west,<br> Proclaim'd the speed of winged day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Still o'er these scenes my mem'ry wakes,<br> And fondly broods with miser-care;<br>Time but th' impression stronger makes,<br> As streams their channels deeper wear.<br>O Mary! dear departed shade!<br> Where is thy place of blissful rest?<br>See'st thou thy lover lowly laid?<br> Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast?</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> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=506535" data-title="Thou Lingering Star de Robert Burns" data-description="Thou lingering star, with less'ning ray, That lov'st to greet the early morn, Again thou usherast in the day My Mary from my soul was torn. O Mary, dear departed shade Where is thy place of blissful rest? See'st thou thy lover lowly laid? Hear..."></div> </div> </div>

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