Quote #10

Our bugles sang truce, for the night-cloud had lower'd, And the sentinel stars set their watch in the sky; And thousands had sunk on the ground overpower'd, The weary to sleep, and the wounded to die.

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  1. Oh! once the harp of Innisfail Was strung full high to notes of gladness; But yet it often told a tale Of more prevailing sadness.
  2. 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!'
  3. A stoic of the woods-a man without a tear.
  4. 'Now who be ye would cross Lochgyle, This dark and stormy water?' 'O I'm the chief of Ulva's isle, And this, Lord Ullin's daughter.
  5. Oh leave this barren spot to me! Spare, woodman, spare the beechen tree!
  6. 'Come back! come back!' he cried in grief 'Across this stormy water; And I'll forgive your Highland chief, My daughter! O my daughter!'
  7. Oh, how hard it is to find The one just suited to our mind!
  8. 'Tis distance lends enchantment to the view, And robes the mountain in its azure hue.

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