Yarrimore.
[These Lines were written for a Lady who set them to Music.] My poor heart flutters like the sea Now heaving on the sandy shore; It seems to tell me you shall be Never again near Yarrimore. Far, far beyond the waves, I bend Mine eyes, if I can land explore; But o'er the waves I find no end, - Yet there they say's my Yarrimore. The hut he built is standing still, Deck'd with the shells he cull'd from shore; Our bow'r is waving on the hill, But where, alas! is Yarrimore? Within that bow'r I'll sit and sigh, From dawn of day till day is o'er; And, as the wild winds o'er me fly, I'll call on gentle Yarrimore!
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"[These Lines were written for a Lady who set them to Music.]..."
This evocative piece by John Carr (Sir), titled "Yarrimore.", represents a masterful exploration of classic. The lines capture a profound emotional resonance... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...