 on your hills, on your islands awake, Brave sons of the mountain, the frith, and the lake! Tis the bugle—but not for the chase is the call; Tis the pibroch's shrill summons—but not to the hall. Tis the summons of heroes for conquest or death, When...  Waverley, Or 'Tis Sixty Years Since - Page 156by Walter Scott - 1834Full view - About this book
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