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The Violet

The violet in her greenwood bower,

Where birchen boughs with hazel mingle,

May boast itself the fairest

In glen, or copse, or forest dingle.

Though fair her gems of azure hue,

Beneath the dew-drop's weight reclining;

I've seen an eye of lovelier blue,

More sweet through wat'ry lustre shining.

The summer sun that dew shall dry,

Ere yet the day be past its morrow;

No longer in my false love's

Remain'd the tear of parting sorrow.

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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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