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. Lines Addressed to Ranald Macdonald, Esq., of Staffa
2. On Ettrick Forest’s Mountains Dun
3. Here’s a Health to King Charles
4. Major Bellenden's Song
5. The Norman Horse-Shoe

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

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