XL. And now my muse must bid Dunluce farewell, My tale right out, follow her there I pray : For yet some sixty stanzas I must sing, Before my tale I to an end can bring. END OF THE THIRD CANTO. THE AVENGED BRIDE. CANTO IV. I. SUBLIME Glenarriff! from my heart, all hail! Though here, alas! those friends I ne'er can greet, Who added charms to each romantic dale! But still remembrance makes the past more sweet Thy mounts, rocks, floods, my muse must now explore, T'enrich her fancy with their classic store. |