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Where shall the lover rest    Whom the fates sever  From his true maiden’s breast    Parted for ever?  Where, through groves deep and high          Sounds the far billow,  Where early violets die    Under the willow.      Eleu loro    Soft shall be his pillow.          There through the summer day    Cool streams are laving:  There, while the tempests sway,    Scarce are boughs waving;  There thy rest shalt thou take,  Parted for ever,  Never again to wake    Never,

O never!      Eleu loro    Never,

O never!          Where shall the traitor rest,    He, the deceiver,  Who could win maiden’s breast,    Ruin, and leave her?  In the lost battle,          Borne down by the flying,  Where mingles war’s rattle    With groans of the dying;      Eleu loro    There shall he be lying.          Her wing shall the eagle flap    O’er the falsehearted;  His warm blood the wolf shall lap    Ere life be parted.  Shame and dishonour sit          By his grave ever;  Blessing shall hallow it    Never,

O never!      Eleu loro    Never,

O never!

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Sir Walter Scott

Sir Walter Scott, 1st Baronet FRSE FSA Scot (15 August 1771 – 21 September 1832) was a Scottish historical novelist, poet, playwright, and histo…
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