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SIR WALTER

SCOTT

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THEN rise those crags, that mountain tower,

| Which charmed my fancy's wakening hour : Though no broad river swept along, To claim, perchance, heroic song ; Though sighed no groves in summer gale, To prompt of love a softer tale ; Though scarce a puny streamlet's speed Claimed homage from a shepherd's reed,

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