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LORD RUTHVEN's DAUGHTER!
T<> Ruthven’s pates, w h fe friendly blaze
was gleamin’ ti>r ’ the ftorm,
Wild wandrtn’ ’mid night’s dreary maze
approach’d .a maid f rlorn.
O fair Uir dr-ves 'he bitter blaft,
and 1 >'d l^ud howls the win,
D*rk is 'he night, and rough the way,
L.-rd R thven, let me in.
Wn<> kn cks fas 1 ud at my caftle-gate ?
Wh' kn cks f»e late at e’en ?
G , (Inanger, g —n r langer wait.
f< r here ye’ll n^t get in.
And d?es mv D-rd f rget that voice
he ught fVe vrell t> kr- w ?
D iS he f rget his daughter’s vuce,
n r will hear her wae ?
AK AKCIENT BALtAD
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My R fa ^nce, my R- fe no more !
my pride, but new my lhame,

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