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Straining and sighing while the gale went past;
And, as a scourge whose wrath might none
appease.
The raindrops smote the pane and ran in seas.
Gurgling against the frame ; now thick and fast.
And now like pebbles at the window cast
By some lost spirit that could find no ease.
And from the blackness of the dripping night
I turned met, weary of its sodden gloom,
Smihng to see the glow within the room
And the red embers on the hearth alight;
Then sudden ceased, and bowed my head again.
Thinking of that one gravestone in the rain.
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TO AURELIA, WITH A PEARL NECKLACE
Aurelia, think not to refuse
Or scorn my gift, although
These jewels must their lustre lose
Upon thy neck of snow.
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Straining and sighing while the gale went past;
And, as a scourge whose wrath might none
appease.
The raindrops smote the pane and ran in seas.
Gurgling against the frame ; now thick and fast.
And now like pebbles at the window cast
By some lost spirit that could find no ease.
And from the blackness of the dripping night
I turned met, weary of its sodden gloom,
Smihng to see the glow within the room
And the red embers on the hearth alight;
Then sudden ceased, and bowed my head again.
Thinking of that one gravestone in the rain.
#
TO AURELIA, WITH A PEARL NECKLACE
Aurelia, think not to refuse
Or scorn my gift, although
These jewels must their lustre lose
Upon thy neck of snow.
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| Works by selected Scottish authors > Violet Jacob > Verses > (31) |
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| Permanent URL | https://digital.nls.uk/129138589 |
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| Description | By Violet Jacob. |
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| Shelfmark | T.9.f |
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| Description | Violet Jacob (1863-1946) was born into an aristocratic family who had lived at the House of Dun near Montrose since the 15th century. Her classic novel of the 1745 Jacobite rising, 'Flemington” (1911), was highly regarded by John Buchan and is still in print. Jacob had a deep appreciation of the Angus dialect and countryside, and this is evident in her celebrated Scots language poetry in volumes such as 'Song of Angus' (1915). |
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| Description | A selection of classic out-of-copyright Scottish poetry, prose and children’s stories from the late 19th and early 20th centuries. |
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