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 ...
Breathes there the man, with soul so dead,Who never to himself hath said,'This is my own, my native land!'Whose heart ...
Farewell! Farewell! the voice you hear,Has left its last soft tone with you,-Its next must join the seaward cheer,And shout ...
Breathes there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native ...
BREATHES there the man with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, 'This is my own, my native ...
BREATHES there the man with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, 'This is my own, my native ...
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