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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=529937" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>By That Lake, Whose Gloomy Shore</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">By that Lake, whose gloomy shore <br>Sky-lark never warbles o'er,<br>Where the cliff hangs high and steep, <br>Young Saint Kevin stole to sleep. <br>&quot;Here, at least,&quot; he calmly said, <br>&quot;Woman ne'er shall find my bed.&quot; <br>Ah! the good Saint little knew <br>What that wily sex can do. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Twas from Kathleen's eyes he flew -- <br>Eyes of most unholy blue! <br>She had loved him well and long, <br>Wish'd him hers, nor thought it wrong. <br>Wheresoe'er the Saint would fly, <br>Still he heard her light foot nigh; <br>East or west, where'er he turn'd, <br>Still her eyes before him burn'd. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">On the bold cliff's bosom cast, <br>Tranquil now he sleeps at last; <br>Dreams of heaven, nor thinks that e'er <br>Woman's smile can haunt him there. <br>But nor earth nor heaven is free <br>From her power, if fond she be: <br>Even now, while calm he sleeps, <br>Kathleen o'er him leans and weeps. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fearless she had track'd his feet <br>To this rocky wild retreat; <br>And when morning met his view, <br>Her mild glances met it too. <br>Ah, your Saints have cruel hearts! <br>Sternly from his bed he starts, <br>And with rude repulsive shock <br>Hurls her from the beetling rock. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Glendalough, thy gloomy wave <br>Soon was gentle Kathleen's grave! <br>Soon the Saint (yet ah! too late,) <br>Felt her love, and mourn'd her fate. <br>When he said, &quot;Heaven rest her soul!&quot; <br>Round the Lake light music stole; <br>And her ghost was seen to glide, <br>Smiling, o'er the fatal tide.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Thomas+Moore">Thomas Moore</a><div class=q>
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Sky-lark never warbles o'er,
Where the cliff hangs high and steep, 
Young Saint Kevin stole to sleep. 
&quot;Here, at least,&quot; he calmly said, 
&quot;Woman ne'er shall find my bed.&quot; 
Ah! the good Saint li..."></div>
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