William Julius Mickle Quotes

William Julius Mickle's verses drift like moonlit nights, offering wistful reflections on home and nature.

5 quotes

1. The dews of summer nights did fall, The moon, sweet regent of the sky, Silvered the walls of Cumnor Hall And many an oak that grew thereby.

2. 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'.

3. His very foot has music in't As he comes up the stairs.

4. The present moment is our ain, The neist we never saw!

5. Ah! fraudful malice! how shall wisdom's care Escape the poison of thy gilded snare!