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DONICA.

High on a rock, whose castled shadeDarken'd the lake below,In ancient strength majestic stoodThe towers of Arlinkow.
The fisher in the lake belowDurst never cast his net,Nor ever swallow in its wavesHer passing wings would wet.
The cattle from its ominous banksIn wild alarm would run,Tho' parched with thirst and faint beneathThe summer's scorching sun.
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