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Place me on Sunium's marbled steep,
Where nothing, save the waves and I,
May hear our mutual murmurs sweep;
There, swan-like, let me sing and die:
A land of slaves shall ne'er be mine—
Dash down the cup of Samian wine!Byron.
LORD ULLIN'S DAUGHTER.
A chieftain to the Highlands bound,
Cries, 'Boatman do not tarry,
And I'll give thee a silver pound,
To row us o'er the ferry!'—
Now, who he ye would cross Lochgyle,
This dark and stormy water?'
O I'm the chief of Ulva's isle,
And this Lord Ullin's daughter:—
And fast before her father's men,
Three day's we've fled together;
⟨For⟩ should he find us in the glen,
My blood would stain the heather—
His horseman hard behind us ride
Should they our steps discover.
⟨Then⟩, who would cheer my bonny bride,
When they have slain her lover?'—
Out spoke the hardy Highland wight,
I'll go, my chief— I'm ready:—
(illegible text) tis not for your silver bright,
But for your winsome lady!
