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he noble stag was pausing nowUpon the mountain's southern brow,Where broad extended, far beneath,The varied realms of fair Menteith.With anxious eye he wandered o'erMountain and meadow, moss and moor,And pondered refuge from his toil,By far Lochard or Aberfoyle.But nearer was the copsewood grayThat waved and wept on Loch Achray,And mingled with the pine-trees blueOn the bold cliffs of Benvenue.Fresh vigor with the hope returned,With flying foot the heath he spurned,Held westward with unwearied race,And left behind the panting chase.
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