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14421	nan	Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 24			.txt	text/plain	58163	8404	98	Come, sit thee by me, love, and thou shalt hear But, loved one, I will look into thine eyes, I've seen thee smiling through thy maiden tears, Thy love the living voice that breathed--"aspire!"-Death, like a passing spirit, touched the brow The long lost past--the eyes of love and light, The trysting-tree of love's young years he sought; And 'neath the tree he loved, a form as fair Man knows not what love is, till all his cares Rolling in light, like love's celestial car, Things always so lovely in ladies' eyes; Who three times called thy dear-loved name; _His left-hand lady-love_." Strange thing the heart where love has power, _Sir Alex_.--Percy, we hear no terms but death or liberty. To-day, my sons, beneath a father's eye, Doth, like a death's-hand, press upon my heart. Thy lovely lochs, dear to my heart, HEARTSOME, _adj._ merry; light-hearted.	./cache/14421.txt	./txt/14421.txt