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THE

LORD OF THE ISLES.

CANTO FOURTH.

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STRANGER ! if e'er thine ardent step hath traced

The northern realms of ancient Caledon, Where the proud Queen of Wilderness hath placed,

By lake and cataract, her lonely throne ;* Sublime but sad delight thy soul bath known,

Gazing on pathless glen and mountain high, Listing where from the cliffs the torrents thrown!

Mingle their echoes with the eagle's cry, And with the sounding lake, and with the moaning sky. Yes! 'twas sublime, but sad.-The loneliness

Loaded thy heart, the desert tired thine eye; And strange and awful fears began to press

Thy bosom with a stern solemnity. Then hast thou wish'd some woodman's cottage nigh,

Something that show'd of life, though low and mean; Glad sight, its curling wreath of smoke to spy,

Glad sound, its cock’s blithe carol would have been,

Or children whooping wild beneath the willows green.

Such are the scenes, where savage grandeur wakes

An awful thrill that softens into sighs;
Such feelings rouse them by dim Rannoch's lakes,

In dark Glencoe such gloomy raptures rise :
Or farther, where, beneath the northern skies,

Chides wild Loch-Eribol his caverns hoar-
But, be the minstrel judge, they yield the prize

Of desert dignity to that dread shore,
That sees grim Coolin rise, and hears Corisken roar.

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