WHEN I ROVED A YOUNG HIGHLANDER.
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Yes, once the rural Scene was sweet,
For Nature seem'd to smile before thee;
And once my Breast abhorr'd deceit,—
For then it beat but to adore thee.
10.
But, now, I seek for other joys—
To think, would drive my soul to madness;
In thoughtless throngs, and empty noise,
I conquer half my Bosom's sadness.
11.
Yet, even in these, a thought will steal,
In spite of every vain endeavour;
And fiends might pity what I feel—
To know that thou art lost for ever.
WHEN I ROVED A YOUNG HIGHLANDER.[1]
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When I rov'd a young Highlander o'er the dark heath,
