The Isles of Loch Awe and Other Poems of my Youth With Sixteen Illustrations. By Philip Gilbert Hamerton |
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From a beach of yellow sand,
Ribbed as if by ocean waves,
Rise the towers; and, while they stand,
Shall none forget
The worst of all the lordly knaves
That ever yet
Plotted villany in the land.
Ribbed as if by ocean waves,
Rise the towers; and, while they stand,
Shall none forget
The worst of all the lordly knaves
That ever yet
Plotted villany in the land.
Where is Lord Mac Corquadale?
Where the pious dame who built
The castle that he did assail
And almost won
By the secret arts of guilt?
They are gone!
But they live in song and tale.
Where the pious dame who built
The castle that he did assail
And almost won
By the secret arts of guilt?
They are gone!
But they live in song and tale.
He lives ever in our hate—
She for ever in our love;
And the years that she did wait
Had their reward,—
Guided by the powers above
Came her lord;
And nearly—nearly—came too late.
She for ever in our love;
And the years that she did wait
Had their reward,—
Guided by the powers above
Came her lord;
And nearly—nearly—came too late.
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