Claud Halcro’s Song (Sir Walter Scott Poems)
Farewell to Northmaven,Grey Hillswicke, farewell!The storms on thy haven,The storms on thy fell -To each breeze that can varyThe mood ...
Farewell to Northmaven,Grey Hillswicke, farewell!The storms on thy haven,The storms on thy fell -To each breeze that can varyThe mood ...
Bring the bowl which you boast, Fill it up to the brim; 'Tis to him we love most, And to ...
O young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best; And ...
The moon's on the lake, and the mist's on the brae, And the Clan has a name that is nameless ...
TO mute and to material things New life revolving summer brings; The genial call dead Nature hears, And in her ...
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