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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=536772" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Broken Heart</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=536772" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">News o' grief had overteaken<br>Dark-eyed Fanny, now vorseaken;<br>There she zot, wi' breast a-heaven,<br>While vrom zide to zide, wi' grieven,<br>Vell her head, wi' tears a-creepen<br>Down her cheaks, in bitter weepen.<br>There wer still the ribbon-bow<br>She tied avore her hour ov woe,<br>An' there wer still the hans that tied it<br>Hangen white,<br>Or wringen tight,<br>In ceare that drowned all ceare bezide it.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=536772" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">When a man, wi' heartless slighten,<br>Mid become a maiden's blighten,<br>He mid cearelessly vorseake her,<br>But must answer to her Meaker;<br>He mid slight, wi' selfish blindness,<br>All her deeds o' loven-kindness,<br>God wull waigh 'em wi' the slighten<br>That mid be her love's requiten;<br>He do look on each deceiver,<br>He do know<br>What weight o' woe<br>Do break the heart ov ev'ry griever.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=William+Barnes">William Barnes</a></strong></div>

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