Reproof on her lip, but a smile in her eye.
Come live in my heart, and pay no rent.
The neck on which diamonds might have worthily sparkled, will look less tempting when the biting winter has hung icicles there for gems.
I'll seek a four leaved shamrock in all thy fairy dells, And if I find the charmed leaves, oh, how I'll weave my spells!
For dhrames always go by conthraries, my dear.
To return after long years of painful absence to some place which has been the scene of our former joys, and whence the force of circumstance, and not choice, has driven us, is oppressive to the heart.