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INTRODUCTION TO CANTO THIRD.
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Whose tatter'd plaid and rugged cheek140His northern clime and kindred speak;Through England's laughing meads he goes,And England's wealth around him flows;Ask, if it would content him well,At ease in those gay plains to dwell,145Where hedge-rows spread a verdant screen,And spires and forests intervene,And the neat cottage peeps between?No! not for these will he exchangeHis dark Lochaber's boundless range;150Not for fair Devon's meads forsakeBennevis grey, and Garry's lake.
 Thus while I ape the measure wildOf tales that charm'd me yet a child,Rude though they be, still with the chime155Return the thoughts of early time;And feelings, roused in life's first day,Glow in the line, and prompt the lay.Then rise those crags, that mountain towerWhich charm'd my fancy's wakening hour.160Though no broad river swept along,To claim, perchance, heroic song;Though sigh'd no groves in summer gale,To prompt of love a softer tale;Though scarce a puny streamlet's speed165Claim'd homage from a shepherd's reed;Yet was poetic impulse given,By the green hill and clear blue heaven.It was a barren scene, and wild,Where naked cliff's were rudely piled;170But ever and anon betweenLay velvet tufts of loveliest green;And well the lonely infant knewRecesses where the wall-flower grew,And honey-suckle loved to crawl175Up the low crag and ruin'd wall.
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