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Pulpit Rock, Cape Schanck.
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"A black rook rears its bosom o'er the spray,
The haunt of birds, a desert to mankind.
There shrilly to the passing oar is heard
The startled echo of the ocean bird.
Who rears on his bare breast her callow brood,
The feather'd fishers of the solitude."
