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Robert Burns - Lines On The Fall Of Fyers Near Loch Ness
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Among the heathy hills and ragged woods 
The roaring Fyers pours his mossy floods; 
Till full he dashes on the rocky mounds, 
Where, thro` a shapeless breach, his stream resounds. 
As high in air the bursting torrents flow, 
As deep recoiling surges foam below, 
Prone down the rock the whitening sheet descends, 
And viewless Echo`s ear, astonished, rends. 
Dim-seen, through rising mists and ceaseless show`rs, 
The hoary cavern, wide surrounding,  lours: 
Still thro` the gap the struggling river toils, 
And still, below, the horrid cauldron boils -
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