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...notice : — She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps. And lovers are round her, sighing: But coldly she turns from their gaze and weeps, For her heart in his giave is lying. She sings the wild songs of her dear native plaint, Every note which he loved awaking...

...Penrose's : — " She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps, And lovers around her are sighing ; But coldly she turns from their gaze, and weeps, For...song of her dear native plains, Every note which he loved awaking — Ah ! little think they who delight in her strains, How the heart of the minstrel...

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...She sings the wild songs of her dear native plains, Every note which he loved awaking — Ah ! Hi lie they think, who delight in her strains, How the heart of the minstrel is breaking ! He had lived for his love — for his country he died, They were all that to life bad entwined him —...

...the wild song of her dear native plains, Every note which he loved awaking— Ah ! little think they who delight in her strains, How the heart of the minstrel is breaking ! " He had lived for his love, for his country he died— They were all that to life had entwined him; Nor...

...from the land where her young hero sleeps, And lovers are round her, sighing: But coldly she turne from their gaze, and weeps, For her heart in his grave...strains, How the heart of the Minstrel is breaking. He had liv'd for his love, for his country he died, They were all that to life had entwin'd him ; Nor...

...Penrose's : " She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps, And lovers around her are sighing; But coldly she turns from their gaze, and weeps, For...song of her dear native plains, Every note which he loved awaking— Ah! little think they who delight in her strains, How the heart of the minstrel is...

...land where her young hero sleeps, And lovera are round her, sighing : But coldly she turns from tlioir gaze, and weeps, For her heart in his grave is lying....song of her dear native plains, Every note which he loved awaking ; — All ! little they think who delight in her strains, How the heart of the Minstrel...

...following lines : She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps, And lovera around her are sighing : But coldly she turns from their gaze, and weeps, For...her heart in his grave is lying. She sings the wild songs of her dear native plains, Every note which he loved awaking— Ah ! little they think, who delight...