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William Wordsworth - On the Departure of Sir Walter Scott from Abbotsford
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.   A trouble, not of clouds, or weeping rain, 
    Nor of the setting sun`s pathetic light
    Engendered, hangs o`er Eildon`s triple height:
    Spirits of Power, assembled there, complain
    For kindred Power departing from their sight;
    While Tweed, best pleased in chanting a blithe strain,
    Saddens his voice again, and yet again.
    Lift up your hearts, ye Mourners! for the might
    Of the whole world`s good wishes with him goes;
   Blessings and prayers in nobler retinue
   Than sceptred king or laurelled conqueror knows,
   Follow this wondrous Potentate. Be true,
   Ye winds of ocean, and the midland sea,
   Wafting your Charge to soft Parthenope!
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