William Mickle

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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

cumnor hall
The dews of summer nighte did falle,
The moone (sweete regente of the skye)
Silver'd t... [read poem]
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]
departure
It's little I care what path I take,
And where it leads it's little I care;
But out of thi... [read poem]
dirge
Boys and girls that held her dear,
Do your weeping now;
All you loved of her lies here... [read poem]
ebb
I know what my heart is like
Since your love died:
It is like a hollow ledge
Hold... [read poem]
feast
I drank at every vine.
The last was like the first.
I came upon no wine
So wo... [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]
[four sonnets (1922)]
Love, though for this you riddle me with darts,
And drag me at your chariot till I die, --... [read poem]
grown-up
Was it for this I uttered prayers,
And sobbed and cursed and kicked the stairs,
That now, ... [read poem]
humoresque
"Heaven bless the babe!" they said.
"What queer books she must have read!"
(Love, by whom ... [read poem]
lament
Listen, children:
Your father is dead.
From his old coats
I'll make you little jacket... [read poem]
the penitent
I had a little Sorrow,
Born of a little Sin,
I found a room all damp with gloom
... [read poem]
recuerdo
We were very tired, we were very merry --
We had gone back and forth all night upon the ferry.... [read poem]
second fig
Safe upon the solid rock the ugly houses stand:
Come and see my shining palace built upon the sand!
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]
sorrow
Sorrow like a ceaseless rain
Beats upon my heart.
People twist and scream in pain, --... [read poem]
spring
To what purpose, April, do you return again?
Beauty is not enough.
You can no longer quiet... [read poem]
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