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LAKE WIXANDERJ1ERE. 59
The laurel o er her casement darkening, The rose-tree for her footstep barkening ; I see her ! though in dust she sleeps ; I hear her ! though no lyre she sweeps ; And, for her sake, so fondly dear, I bless thee, sweet Winandermere.
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