The Isles of Loch Awe and Other Poems of my Youth With Sixteen Illustrations. By Philip Gilbert Hamerton |
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Once the Island of the Blest,
Then the stronghold of a chief,
Then upon its ruin-crest
Water-eagles built their nest;
Now the sea-gulls cry for grief.
Then the stronghold of a chief,
Then upon its ruin-crest
Water-eagles built their nest;
Now the sea-gulls cry for grief.
There are fables full of truth;
Fraoch's tale is sadly true!
For how many in their youth,
Bitten by the serpent's tooth,
Die, or only live to rue!
Fraoch's tale is sadly true!
For how many in their youth,
Bitten by the serpent's tooth,
Die, or only live to rue!
Weeds are rank about the roots
Of ash-trees in the castle hall,
Where Fraoch plucked enchanted fruits
On the tangled bramble shoots,
Withered leaves in autumn fall.
Of ash-trees in the castle hall,
Where Fraoch plucked enchanted fruits
On the tangled bramble shoots,
Withered leaves in autumn fall.
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