Ah! fraudful malice! how shall wisdom's care Escape the poison of thy gilded snare!
His very foot has music in 't As he comes up the stairs. - William Julius Mickle
His very foot has music in 't As he comes up the stairs.
- William Julius Mickle
Ah! fraudful malice! how shall wisdom's care Escape the poison of thy gilded snare! - William Julius Mickle
The present moment is our ain, The neist we never saw! - William Julius Mickle
The present moment is our ain, The neist we never saw!
For there 's nae luck about the house, There 's nae luck at a'; There 's little pleasure in the house When our gudeman 's awa'. - William Julius Mickle
For there 's nae luck about the house, There 's nae luck at a'; There 's little pleasure in the house When our gudeman 's awa'.
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