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Could valour aught avail or people's love,

France had not wept Navarre's brave Henry slain;

If wit or beauty could compassion move,

The rose of Scotland had not wept in vain.

Elegy in a Royal Mausoleum. LEWIS.

At the gate of the court-yard of Lochleven appeared the stately form of the Lady Lochleven, a female whose early charms had c

             
            

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