Friday, January 3, 2003

The Irish Peasant To His Mistress Comments

Rating: 2.6

Through grief and through danger thy smile hath cheer'd my way,
Till hope seem'd to bud from each thorn that round me lay;
The darker our fortune, the brighter our pure love burn'd,
Till shame into glory, till fear into zeal was turn'd;
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