"Thou shakest, good friend, thy tresses gray-
That pleading look, what can it say
But what I own?-I grant him brave,
270 But wild as Bracklinn's thundering wave;note
And generous-save vindictive mood,
Or jealous transport, chafe his blood;
I grant him true to friendly band,
As his claymore is to his hand;note
275 But O! that
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