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...of Scotland is also curiously touched with the Italian dream. Says the demon-lover in the ballad : " I will show you how the lilies grow On the banks of Italy." The Scots had seen those forbidden lilies. The exultant chronicler of the dead beauty of the fierce...

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...wept right bitterly. " O hold your tongue of your weeping," says he, " Of your weeping now let me be ; I will show you how the lilies grow On the banks of...of heaven," he said, " Where you will never win." — 1 gloomy. " O whaten a mountain is yon," she said, " All so dreary wi' frost and snow ? " " O yon...

...wept right bitterly. " O hold your tongue of your weeping," says he, " Of your weeping now let me be; I will show you how the lilies grow On the banks of...hills of heaven," he said, " Where you will never won." — 1 gloomy. " O whaten a mountain is yon," she said, " All so dreary wi' frost and snow ? "...

...a league, A league, but barely three, When she espied his cloven hoof, And wept right bitterlie. ' O what hills are yon, yon pleasant hills That the sun shines sweetly on ? ' ' Oh, yon are the hills o' heaven ', he said, ' Where you will never win.' ' Oh, what na mountain...

...emotional value. Fairer than whitest snow on Scythian hills. What hills are yon, yon pleasant hills, The sun shines sweetly on? — O yon are the hills of heaven, he said, Where you will never won? Home is the sailor, home from sea And the hunter home from the hill. Prospero's line Ye elves...

...before her is something utterly different — a vivid pictorial representation of heaven and damnation : 'O what hills are yon, yon pleasant hills, That the...hills of heaven,' he said, 'Where you will never win.' ' 0 whaten a mountain is yon,' she said, 'All so dreary wi frost and snow?' 'O yon is the mountain...