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But this is calm; there cannot beA more entire tranquillity.
Does then the Bard sleep here indeed?Or is it but a groundless creed?What matters it? I blame them notWhose Fancy in this lonely SpotWas moved; and in this way express'dTheir notion of it's perfect rest.A Convent, even a hermit's CellWould break the silence of this Dell:It is not quiet, is not ease;But something deeper far than these:The separation that is hereIs of the grave; and of austereAnd happy feelings of the dead:And, therefore, was it rightly saidThat Ossian, last of all his race!Lies buried in this lonely place.
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