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...purple shroud, Benledi's distant hill. Is it the thunder's solemn sound That mutters deep and dread, 385 Or echoes from the groaning ground The warrior's measured...thicket streams, Or do they flash on spear and lance 390 The sun's retiring beams ? — I see the dagger-crest of Mar, I see the Moray silver star, Wave...

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...springing trout lies still, 380 So darkly glooms yon thunder cloud, That swathes, as with a purple shroud, Benledi's distant hill. Is it the thunder's solemn...thicket streams, Or do they flash on spear and lance 390 The sun's retiring beams? — I see the dagger-crest of Mar, I see the Moray's silver star, Wave...

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...That swathes, as with a purple shroud, Benledi's distant hill. Is it the thunder's solemn sound 385 That mutters deep and dread, Or echoes from the groaning...lightning's quivering glance That on the thicket streams, 390 Or do they flash on spear and lance The sun's retiring beams ? — I see the dagger-crest of Mar,...