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Credit: The Lord of the Isles : a poem / by Walter Scott. Source: Wellcome Collection.
Provider: This material has been provided by Royal College of Physicians, London. The original may be consulted at Royal College of Physicians, London.
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![I Canto I. THE LORD OF THE ISLES. ] 3 (Form of some sainted patroness) Which cloister’d maids combine to dress; She mark’d—and knew her nursling’s heart In the vain pomp took little part. Wistful a while she gazed—then press’d The maiden to her anxious breast In finish’d loveliness—and led To where a turret’s airy head, Slender and steep, and battled round, O’erlook’d, dark Mull! thy mighty Sound, Where thwarting tides, with mingled roar. Part thy swarth hills from Morven’s shore. VIII. “ Daughter,” she said, “ these seas behold, Round twice an hundred islands roll’d. From Hirt, that hears their northern roar. To the green Hay’s fertile shore} Or mainland turn, where many a tower Owns thy bold brother’s feudal power,](https://iiif.wellcomecollection.org/image/b28146347_0031.jp2/full/800%2C/0/default.jpg)