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Robert Anderson (Роберт Андерсон)


Mary


O Mary! when the wild wind blows,
And blasts the beauties o' the rose;
Thy coming fate to me it shews,
And I cou'd weep for Mary.
Aft has the blossom deck'd the tree,
Sin first thy glancin tell--tale ee
Confest a wee bit luive for me,
And I was smit wi' Mary.

O Mary! I hae loe'd thee lang;
Thou'rt ay the burthen o' my sang;
For day or night, where'er I gang,
I think o' nought but Mary.
When sleep seals up my wearied ee,
In dreams thy angel form I see;
And in fond raptures, say to thee,
O, dinna leave me, Mary!

O Mary! when the warl's unkind,
And poverty thraws me behind,
I ay can cheer my drooping mind
Wi' thoughts o' thee, sweet Mary;
For were I sick, and like to die,
Thy witching smile wad comfort me;
Then come what will, my wish shall be
For happiness to Mary. 



Robert Anderson's other poems:
  1. Enigma The First
  2. Epistle The First
  3. The Husband To Death
  4. Lines To A Redbreast
  5. Ode To Care


Poems of other poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):

  • William Blake (Уильям Блейк) Mary ("Sweet Mary, the first time she ever was there")
  • Robert Southey (Роберт Саути) Mary ("Who is she, the poor Maniac, whose wildly-fix'd eyes")
  • Caroline Norton (Каролина Нортон) Mary ("YES, we were happy once, and care")

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