Chapter 147 No.147

The Chief in silence strode before,

And reached that torrent's sounding shore,

Which, daughter of three mighty lakes,

From Vennachar in silver breaks,

300 Sweeps through the plain, and ceaseless mines

On Bochastle the moldering lines,note

Where Rome, the Empress of the world,

Of yore her eagle wings unfurled.

And here his co