. The poetical works of Sir Walter Scott, baronet; ed. with a careful revision of the text. come with feeling fraught,For, if I fall in battle hapless lovers dying thought Shall be a thouglit on thee, if returned from conquered foes,How blithely will the evening close,How sweet the linnet sing repose, To my young bride and me, Mary Not faster oer thy heathery braes,Balquidder, speeds the midnight blaze,Rushing in conflagration strongThy deep ravines and dells thy cliffs in purple reddening the dark lakes below ;Nor faster speeds it, nor so oer

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. The poetical works of Sir Walter Scott, baronet; ed. with a careful revision of the text. come with feeling fraught,For, if I fall in battle hapless lovers dying thought Shall be a thouglit on thee, if returned from conquered foes,How blithely will the evening close,How sweet the linnet sing repose, To my young bride and me, Mary Not faster oer thy heathery braes,Balquidder, speeds the midnight blaze,Rushing in conflagration strongThy deep ravines and dells thy cliffs in purple reddening the dark lakes below ;Nor faster speeds it, nor so oer thy heaths the voice of signal roused to martial coilThe sullen margin of Loch Voil,Waked still Loch Doine, and to the sourceAlarmed, Balvaig, thy swampy course;Thence southward turned its rapid roadAdown Strath-Cartneys valley rose in arms each man might claimA portion in Clan-Alpines name,From the gray sire, whose trembling handCould hardly buckle on his the raw boy, whose shaft and bowWere yet scarce terror to the valley, each sequestered THE LADY OF THE LAKE. 199

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