<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=519593" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Ancient Gaelic Melody</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I.<br>Birds of omen dark and foul,<br>Night-crow, raven, bat, and owl,<br>Leave the sick man to his dream - <br>All night long he heard you scream.<br>Haste to cave and ruin'd tower,<br>Ivy tod, or dingled-bower,<br>There to wink and mop, for, hark!<br>In the mid air sings the lark.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">II.<br>Hie to moorish gills and rocks,<br>Prowling wolf and wily fox, - <br>Hie ye fast, nor turn your view,<br>Though the lamb bleats to the ewe.<br>Couch your trains, and speed your flight,<br>Safety parts with parting night;<br>And on distant echo borne,<br>Comes the hunter's early horn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">III.<br>The moon's wan crescent scarcely gleams,<br>Ghost-like she fades in morning beams;<br>Hie hence, each peevish imp and fay<br>That scarce the pilgrim on his way, -<br>Quench, kelpy! quench, in bog and fen,<br>Thy torch, that cheats benighted men;<br>Thy dance is o'er, thy reign is done,<br>For Benyieglo hath seen the sun.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">IV.<br>Wild thoughts, that, sinful, dark, and deep,<br>O'erpower the passive mind in sleep,<br>Pass from the slumberer's soul away,<br>Like night-mists from the brow of day:<br>Foul hag, whose blasted visage grim<br>Smothers the pulse, unnerves the limb,<br>Spur thy dark palfrey, and begone!<br>Thou darest not face the godlike sun.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Sir+Walter+Scott">Sir Walter Scott</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=519593" data-title="Ancient Gaelic Melody de Sir Walter Scott" data-description="I. Birds of omen dark and foul, Night-crow, raven, bat, and owl, Leave the sick man to his dream - All night long he heard you scream. Haste to cave and ruin'd tower, Ivy tod, or dingled-bower, There to wink and mop, for, hark! In the mid air sin..."></div> </div> </div>

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