Sir Walter Scott. And over Carrick, dark and deep, Hail sunk dejectiona#39;s iron sleep .-- Ciii Mirri had SI-CM that beacon- ... their home, The hour of payment soon shall come, When with a rough and rugged host Clifford may reckon to his cost. ... It nea#39;er was knowna yet gray-haira#39;d eld A superstitious credence held, That never did a mortal hand Wake its broad ... Here the tall fern obscured the lawn, Fair shelter for the sportive fawn ; There, tufted close with copse-wood green, Was many aanbsp;...
|Title||:||The Poetical Works of Walter Scott|
|Author||:||Sir Walter Scott|