CONTENTS
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XXXI. | 144 | |
Sing clearlier, Muse, or evermore be still | ||
XXXII. | A Camp | 144 |
The bed was made, the room was fit | ||
XXXIII. | The Country of the Camisards | 144 |
We travelled in the print of olden wars | ||
XXXIV. | Skerryvore | 145 |
For love of lovely words, and for the sake | ||
XXXV. | Skerryvore: the Parallel | 145 |
Here all is sunny, and when the truant gull | ||
XXXVI. | 146 | |
My house, I say. But hark to the sunny doves | ||
XXXVII. | 146 | |
My body which my dungeon is | ||
XXXVIII. | 147 | |
Say not of me that weakly I declined | ||
XXXIX. | Dedicatory Poem | 148 |
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