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Monday Puzzler > May 28,2018 woops I forgot

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Susan (shaydock) | 727 comments A little poetry can go a long way in wooing a lady.

“That is very true, “she said. “Wine is a leisurely drink, to be combined

with good food and good conversation.”

“And expensive,” he said, smiling. “Now, here is a profound thought.” He

went back to reading from the book.

‘” We cannot tell the precise moment when friendship is formed as in

filling a vessel drop by drop, there is at last a drop which make it run over;

so, in a series of kindnesses there is at last one which makes the heart run

over.”’

She said nothing, taking a handful of books from the crate and settling on

the floor with them. He thought he must have offended her, but then he

saw from her face that she was struggling with some deep emotion and

was close to tears. He had never seen her distressed and it tore at his

heart to be unable to offer comfort, not even a few words.

Was it the talk of friendship that upset her? He wanted so badly for them

to be friends. The could never be anything more to each other, he

accepted that but surely, they would always enjoy the comfort of this

easy comradeship? It would grieve him beyond measure to lose that

entirely and be nothing but stranger when they met.

For a while they read in silence, the only sounds the hissing of the fire,

and Eliza’s broom clacking in the hall outside, the door wide open.

Heroine reached for another book.

“Oh, here is something interesting,” she said. “’Poems, chiefly in the Scots

dialect’. I have never ready anything in the Scots dialect before. The

words are very strange, and yet I can understand most of it. Oh, this one

is very pretty! Listen to this.” She began to read, stumbling over or two of

the odd words.

“’Ae fond kiss, and then we sever;
Ae farewell, alas, forever!
Deep in in hear-wrung tears I’ll pledge thee,
Warring sighs and groans I’ll wage thee
Who shall say that. Fortune grieves him,
While the star of hope she leaves him?
Me, nae cheerful twinkle lights me;
Dark despair around benights me.”’

“That is very moving is it not?” she went on. “I do not understand it all,

but it seems very mournful. ‘Dark despair around benights me.’ That is so

sad.”

“It is very affecting, “he said, sliding down to sit beside her on the floor,

and reading over her shoulder.

“Look, the poet gives her name---Nancy,” she said. “There it is, in the next

verse. So many poems of the nature are overwrought, but there is a

simplicity and truth to this one that I like very much. Will you read the

rest? It is better suited to your voice, I believe.”

He took the book from her and read on.

“’I’ll ne’er blame my partial fancy,

Naething could resist my Nancy;
‘But to see her was to love her;
Love but her, and love for ever.
Had we never lov’s sae blindly,
Never met-or never parted,
We had ne’er been broken-hearted.”’
He paused, as the words wove themselves round him, wrapping him in warm affection. ‘Love but her, and love for ever.’ His heart tightened with the truth of it. Heroine said nothing, her face up-turned, mesmerized by the beauty of the poem. With an effort, he read on.
“’ Fare-thee-weel, though first and fairest!
Fare-thee-weel, thou best and dearest!
Thine be ilka joy and treasure,
Peace Enjoyment, Love and Pleasure!
Ae fond kiss, and then we sever!
Ae fareweel alas, for ever!
Deep in heart-wrung tears I’ll pledge thee,
Warring sighs and groans I’ll wage thee”’

Heroine gazed at him, rapt. “Oh, that was so beautiful!” she breathed.

Her eyes were wide, her lips slightly parted, and her cheeks flushed.

He was dizzy with her nearness, overflowing with grief and joy and love,

all at once. The words of the poems coiled around him like smoke,

insubstantial and ephemeral, yet striking at his very heart and soul.

Without any conscious thought, his hand cupped her cheek, he learned

forward and kissed her full on the lips.


message 2: by Leigh-Ayn (new)

Leigh-Ayn | 1207 comments no idea!


message 3: by Janga (new)

Janga | 1070 comments Mod
I don't think I've read this one.


message 4: by Irisheyes (new)

Irisheyes | 896 comments This one doesn't look familiar to me.


message 5: by Stacey (new)

Stacey (staceyissassy) | 1281 comments I don't think I know it.


message 6: by Dls (new)

Dls | 2104 comments Mod
No clue


message 7: by Susan (new)

Susan (shaydock) | 727 comments :)


message 8: by Susan (new)

Susan (susaninaz) | 1053 comments No idea, but Nancy was a lucky girl.


message 9: by Manda (new)

Manda Collins (manda_collins) | 1925 comments Mod
Not a clue.


message 10: by Susan (new)

Susan (shaydock) | 727 comments The book and author are:

Belle (The Daughters of Allamont Hall) by Mary Kingswood


message 11: by Rachel (new)

Rachel Hill | 487 comments It sounds really good! Great choice


message 12: by Susan (new)

Susan (shaydock) | 727 comments Thank you Rachel


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