Walter Scott (Вальтер Скотт)

Pharos Loquitur

Far in the bosom of the deep,
O'er these wild shelves my watch I keep;
A ruddy gem of changeful light,
Bound on the dusky brow of night,
The seaman bids my lustre hail,
And scorns to strike his timorous sail.

1. Lines Addressed to Ranald Macdonald, Esq., of Staffa
2. On Ettrick Forest’s Mountains Dun
3. Elspeth's Ballad
4. Major Bellenden's Song
5. Here’s a Health to King Charles

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