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Francis T. Palgrave, ed. (1824–1897). The Golden Treasury.  1875.
Sir W. Scott
CXCII. "Where shall the lover rest"
WHERE shall the lover rest 
  Whom the fates sever 
From his true maiden's breast 
  Parted for ever? 
Where, through groves deep and high         5
  Sounds the far billow, 
Where early violets die 
  Under the willow. 
    Eleu loro 
  Soft shall be his pillow.  10
There through the summer day 
  Cool streams are laving; 
There, while the tempests sway, 
  Scarce are boughs waving; 
There thy rest shalt thou take,  15
  Parted for ever, 
Never again to wake, 
  Never, O never! 
    Eleu loro 
  Never, O never!  20
Where shall the traitor rest, 
  He, the deceiver, 
Who could win maiden's breast, 
  Ruin, and leave her? 
In the lost battle,  25
  Borne down by the flying, 
Where mingles war's rattle 
  With groans of the dying; 
    Eleu loro 
  There shall he be lying.  30
Her wing shall the eagle flap 
  O'er the falsehearted; 
His warm blood the wolf shall lap 
  Ere life be parted: 
Shame and dishonour sit  35
  By his grave ever; 
Blessing shall hallow it 
  Never, O never! 
    Eleu loro 
  Never, O never!  40

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