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Quotes by Wm. Motherwell
Throstle. In the gloamin' o' the wood The throssil whusslit sweet.— filed under Birds-Thrush
I've wandered east, I've wandered west, I've bourne a weary lot; But in my wanderings far or near Ye never were forgot. The fount that first burst frae this heart Still travels on its way And channels deeper as it rins The luve o' life's young day.— filed under Memory
And we, with Nature's heart in tune, Concerted harmonies.— filed under Nature
the Peri. O dear, dear Jeanie Morrison, The thochts o' bygane years Still fling their shadows ower my path, And blind my een wi' tears.— filed under Tears