William Mickle Poems

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William Mickle
Poems And will I see his face again, And will I hear him speak? I'm downright dizzy wi' the thought, In troth I'm like to greet. (There's Nae Luck about the House, 65-68) Cumnor Hall There's Nae Luck about the House Biographical information Given name: William Family name: Mickle Birth date: 28 September 1735 Death date: 28 October 1788 Nationality: Scottish Family relations father: Alexander Meikle mother: Julian Meikle wife: Mary Mickle (from 3 June 1781) Language: English Education Langholm grammar school Edinburgh high school to 1750 Literary period: Augustan Occupations Clerk Corrector, Clarendon Press Secretary to Romney man-of-war Residences Edinburgh London Langholm, Dumfriesshire: 28 September 1735 Wheatley, near Oxford: 1781 Buried at: Forest Hill churchyard

It's little I care what path I take,
And where it leads it's little I care;
But out of thi... [read poem]
sonnets (1923)
Oh, oh, you will be sorry for that word!
Give back my book and take my kiss instead.
Was i... [read poem]
sonnets from an ungrafted tree
The doctor asked her what she wanted done
With him, that could not lie there many days.
An... [read poem]
second fig
Safe upon the solid rock the ugly houses stand:
Come and see my shining palace built upon the sand!
the betrothal
Oh, come, my lad, or go, my lad,
And love me if you like.
I shall not hear the door shut... [read poem]
I drank at every vine.
The last was like the first.
I came upon no wine
So wo... [read poem]
Listen, children:
Your father is dead.
From his old coats
I'll make you little jacket... [read poem]
Was it for this I uttered prayers,
And sobbed and cursed and kicked the stairs,
That now, ... [read poem]
We were very tired, we were very merry --
We had gone back and forth all night upon the ferry.... [read poem]
the penitent
I had a little Sorrow,
Born of a little Sin,
I found a room all damp with gloom
... [read poem]
Boys and girls that held her dear,
Do your weeping now;
All you loved of her lies here... [read poem]
cumnor hall
The dews of summer nighte did falle,
The moone (sweete regente of the skye)
Silver'd t... [read poem]
[four sonnets (1922)]
Love, though for this you riddle me with darts,
And drag me at your chariot till I die, --... [read poem]
Sorrow like a ceaseless rain
Beats upon my heart.
People twist and scream in pain, --... [read poem]
To what purpose, April, do you return again?
Beauty is not enough.
You can no longer quiet... [read poem]
I know what my heart is like
Since your love died:
It is like a hollow ledge
Hold... [read poem]
first fig
My candle burns at both ends;
It will not last the night;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my ... [read poem]
"Heaven bless the babe!" they said.
"What queer books she must have read!"
(Love, by whom ... [read poem]
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