Marmion . ^•r^ .^^^ No longer autumns glowing redUpon our Forest hills is shed;Js o more, beneath the evening beam,Fair Tweed reflects their purple hath passed the heather-bellThat bloomed so rich on Needpath-fell;Sallow his brow, and russet bareAre now the sister-heights of sheep, before the pinching sheltered dale and down are yet some faded herbage pines,And yet a watery sunbeam shines :In meek despondency they eyeThe withered sward and wintry sky,And far beneath their summer hill,Stray sadly by Glenkinnons rill:The shepherd shifts his mantles fold

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Marmion . ^•r^ .^^^ No longer autumns glowing redUpon our Forest hills is shed;Js o more, beneath the evening beam,Fair Tweed reflects their purple hath passed the heather-bellThat bloomed so rich on Needpath-fell;Sallow his brow, and russet bareAre now the sister-heights of sheep, before the pinching sheltered dale and down are yet some faded herbage pines,And yet a watery sunbeam shines :In meek despondency they eyeThe withered sward and wintry sky,And far beneath their summer hill,Stray sadly by Glenkinnons rill:The shepherd shifts his mantles fold,And wraps him closer from the cold;His dogs no merry circles , shivering, follow at his heel;A cowering glance they often cast,As deeper moans the gathering blast. My imps, though hardy, bold, and wildAs best befits the mountain child,Feel the sad influence of the wail the daisys vanished flower;Their summer gambols tell, and mourn,And anxious ask, — Will spring birds and

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