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Who turned the generous current of my blood into a river of overflowing gall? Who, when my cup was mantling with the only bliss I coveted upon earth, traitorously emptied it, and substituted a heart-corroding poison in its stead? Who blighted my fair name, and cast me forth an alien in the land of my forefathers? Who, in a word, cut me off from every joy that existence can impart to man?
The giant republic, whose rising greatness throws into shade the once august names of Greece and Rome, suffers this heart-corroding leprosy to cleave to her vitals, and sully her fair fame, making her boasted vaunt of equality a base lie the scorn of all Christian men.
Who turned the generous current of my blood into a river of overflowing gall? Who, when my cup was mantling with the only bliss I coveted upon earth, traitorously emptied it, and substituted a heart-corroding poison in its stead? Who blighted my fair name, and cast me forth an alien in the land of my forefathers? Who, in a word, cut me off from every joy that existence can impart to man?
The greater the provision made against this heart-corroding care by a people, the happier should that people be.
Love scorns control, and prompts the labouring sigh, Pales the red lip, and dims the lucid eye; His look alarmed the stern Túránian Chief, Closely he mark'd his heart-corroding grief; And though he knew not that the martial dame, Had in his bosom lit the tender flame ; Full well he knew such deep repinings prove, The hapless thraldom of disastrous love.
Her eyes filled with tears burning tears of insult and impotence such tears she had wept for twenty years of her married life, but lately she had almost forgotten their acid, heart-corroding taste. The officer regarded her contemptuously. He scowled and remarked: "You bawl ahead of time, my lady! Look out, or you won't have tears left for the future!"
'When heart-corroding care and grief Deprive my soul of rest, Her dear idea brings relief And solace to my breast. Now in the spring of 1786 Burns as a man of honour must acknowledge Jean as his wife. The lovers had imprudently anticipated the Church's sanction to marriage, and it was his duty, speaking in the homely phrase of the Scottish peasantry, to make an honest woman of his Bonnie Jean.
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