Poem by Walter Scott

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Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife!
To all the sensual world proclaim,
One crowded hour of glorious life
Is worth an age without a name. 

1. On Ettrick Forest’s Mountains Dun
2. Lines Addressed to Ranald Macdonald, Esq., of Staffa
3. The Sun upon the Weirdlaw Hill
4. The Monks of Bangor’s March
5. The Maid of Isla

Letitia Landon Answer ("The wreath you gave me, love, is dead")

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