...Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast? That sacred hour can I forget, Can I forget the hallowed grove, Where by the winding Ayr we met, To live one...Ah! little thought we 'twas our last! Ayr, gurgling, kissed his pebbled shore, O'erhung with wild woods, thickening green; The fragrant birch, and hawthorn...

...the hallowed grove, Where by the winding Ayr we met To live one day of parting love? Eternity cannot efface Those records dear of transports past, Thy...Ah! little thought we 'twas our last! Ayr, gurgling, kissed his pebbled shore, O'erhung with wild woods, thickening green; The fragrant birch and hawthorn...

...the hallow'd grove, Where, by the winding Ayr, we met, To live one day of parting love? Eternity can not efface Those records dear of transports past,...gurgling, kiss'd his pebbled shore, O'erhung with wild-woods, thickening green ; The fragrant birch and hawthorn hoar, Twin'd amorous round the raptur'd...

...Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast ? That sacred hour can I forget ? Can I forget the hallow 'd grove, Where by the winding Ayr we met, To live one...embrace — Ah ! little thought we 'twas our last ! * Text from the Asylum for Fugitive Pieces (1785). This epigram appears in a slightly less good form...

...the hallow'd grove, Where, by the winding Ayr, we met, To live one day of parting love! Eternity can not efface Those records dear of transports past,...last embrace, Ah! little thought we 'twas our last! The well-known plaintive song, "The Banks o' Doon," was suggested by an unhappy love affair which,...

...A heartfelt sang. Many an hour was delightfully passed in the deep and picturesque ravines wherein Ayr, gurgling kiss'd his pebbled shore O'erhung with wild woods, thick'ning green ; and while maps and note-book received their due geological tribute, the poet's musical pictures of...

...of blissful rest ? Seest thou thy lover lowly laid? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast ? That sacred hour can I forget, Can I forget the hallow'd...kiss'd his pebbled shore ; O'erhung with wild woods, thickening green ; The fragrant birch, and hawthorn hoar, Twin'd amorous round the raptur'd scene ;...

...thou the groans that rend his breast? That sacred hour can I forget, — Can I forget the hallowed grove, Where by the winding Ayr we met To live one...Ah! little thought we 'twas our last! Ayr, gurgling, kissed his pebbled shore, O'erhung with, wild woods, thickening green; The fragrant birch, and hawthorn...

...thought to turne, also ababacacg in Wyatt, pp. 50. 66, and ab abcdc d4, eg Burns, To Mary in Heaven : That sacred hour can I forget? Can I forget the hallow'd...embrace — Ah! little thought we 'twas our last. § 233. The Tail-rime Stanza. The NE. tail-rime stanzas vary more than those of ME., since the tail-rime...