<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=519712" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Maid of Neidpath</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">O lovers’ eyes are sharp to see, <br>And lovers’ ears in hearing; <br>And love, in life’s extremity, <br>Can lend an hour of cheering. <br>Disease had been in Mary’s bower <br>And slow decay from mourning, <br>Though now she sits on Neidpath’s tower <br>To watch her Love’s returning. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">All sunk and dim her eyes so bright, <br>Her form decay’d by pining, <br>Till through her wasted hand, at night, <br>You saw the taper shining. <br>By fits a sultry hectic hue <br>Across her cheek was flying; <br>By fits so ashy pale she grew <br>Her maidens thought her dying. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet keenest powers to see and hear <br>Seem’d in her frame residing; <br>Before the watch-dog prick’d his ear <br>She heard her lover’s riding; <br>Ere scarce a distant form was kenn’d <br>She knew and waved to greet him, <br>And o’er the battlement did bend <br>As on the wing to meet him. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He came—he pass’d—an heedless gaze <br>As o’er some stranger glancing: <br>Her welcome, spoke in faltering phrase, <br>Lost in his courser’s prancing— <br>The castle-arch, whose hollow tone <br>Returns each whisper spoken, <br>Could scarcely catch the feeble moan <br>Which told her heart was broken.</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=519712" data-title="The Maid of Neidpath de Sir Walter Scott" data-description="O lovers’ eyes are sharp to see, And lovers’ ears in hearing; And love, in life’s extremity, Can lend an hour of cheering. Disease had been in Mary’s bower And slow decay from mourning, Though now she sits on Neidpath’s tower To w..."></div> </div> </div>

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