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...outrage worse than death The Lady of the Land. * * * * • And that she nurs'd him in a cave, And how bis madness went away, When, on the yellow forest leaves, A dying man he lay. His dying words — bnt when I reach'd That tenderest strain of all the ditty, My fanltering voice and'pansing harp...

...murderous band, And siiv'il from outrage worse than death The Lady of the Land. And that she nurs'd him in a cave, And how his madness went away, When,...A dying man he lay. His dying words — but when I reach'd That tenderest strain of all the ditty, My faltering voice and pausing harp Oisturb'd her soul...

...tended him in vain — And ever strove to expiate The scorn that craz'd his brain : And that she nurs'd him in a cave, And how his madness went away, When on the yellow forest leaves I A dying man he fay. His dying words—but when I reach'd That tend'rest strain of all the ditty,...

...she tended him in vain — And ever strove to expiate The scorn that crazed his brain. And that she nursed him in a cave, And how his madness went away,...dying man he lay — His dying words — but when I reach'd That tenderest strain of all the ditty, My faltering voice and pausing harp Disturb'd her soul...

...she tended him in vain— And ever strove to expiate The scorn that crazed his brain. And that she nursed him in a cave, And how his madness went away,...yellow forest leaves A dying man he lay— His dying words—hut when I reach'd That tenderest strain of all the ditty, My faltering voice and pausing harp...

...leap'd amid a murderous band, And saved from outrage worse than death The Lady of the Land. And that she nursed him in a cave, And how his madness went away,...A dying man he lay. His dying words — but when I reach'd That tenderest strain of all the ditty, My faltering voice and pausing harp Disturb'd her soul...

...tended him in vain, And meekly strove to expiate The scorn that crazed his brain : And how she nurs'd him in a cave, And how his madness went away, When, on the yellow forest leaves, A dying man he lay i His dying words — but when I reached That tenderest strain of all the ditty, My faltering voice,...

...death The Lady of the Land. And that she nursed him in a cave, And how his madness went away, Wheu, on the yellow forest leaves, A dying man he lay. His dying words — but when I reach'd That tenderest strain of all the ditty, My faltering voice and pausing harp Disturb'd her soul...

...she tended him in vain — And ever strove to expiate The scorn that crazed his brain. And that she nursed him in a cave ; And how his madness went away, When on the yellow forest-leaves A dying man he lay. i His dying words — but when I reach'd That tehderest strain of...