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ARMINIUS

SIR NICHOLAS AT MARSTON MOOR

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THE COVENANTER'S LAMENT FOR BOTHWELL BRIGG

THE STORY OF VIOLETTE. FROM THE TROUBADOUR 176

MY MOTHER'S GRAVE. FROM THE TROUBADOUR

CHILDHOOD AND HIS VISITORS

MY LITTLE COUSINS

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O SAY not that the minstrel's art,

The glorious gift of verse,

Though his hopes decay, though his friends depart,

Can ever be a curse;

Though sorrow reign within his heart,

And poortith hold his purse.

Say not his toil is profitless;

Though he charm no rich relation, The Fairies all his labours bless

With such remuneration

As Mr. Hume would soon confess

Beyond his calculation.