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LORD ROHALLION. "She gazed—she reddened like a rose— Syne pale as ony lily; She sank within my arms and cried, 'Art thou my ain dear Willie?' 'By Him who made yon sun and
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LORD ROHALLION. "She gazed—she reddened like a rose— Syne pale as ony lily; She sank within my arms and cried, 'Art thou my ain dear Willie?' 'By Him who made yon sun and
THE LOST LETTER. "And when they talk of him, they shake their heads, And whisper one another in the ear: And he t…
COLCHESTER BARRACKS. "Hail, sweet recruiting service, pleasing toil, Ball-room campaigns, tea-parties, dice and H…
THE PRUSSIAN GRENADIER. "There was a criminal in a cart A-going to be hanged; Respite to him was granted, …
THE YOUNG VOLUNTEER. "When I was an infant, gossips would say I'd when older be a soldier; Rattles and t…
NEW FRIENDS. "Why unite to banish care? Let him come our joys to share; Doubly blest our cup shall flow When it s…
THE QUEEN ANNE'S HEAD. "Well, suppose life be a desert? There are halting-places and shades, and refreshing …
THE VAULT OF KILHENZIE. "Through gloomy paths unknown, Paths which untrodden be, From rock to rock I go A…
THE WAYFARER. "On, on! through the wind and rain, With the blinding tears and burning vein! When the toil is o�…
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