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POEMA DI WALTER SCOTT, eCC. l85 



/ hear my father's signal blast. 

 Be ours, " she cried, » the skiff to guide, 

 And waft him from the mountain-side. » — ■ 

 Then, like a sun-beam, swift and bright. 

 She darted lo her shallop light. 

 And , eagerly while Roderick scann'd , 

 For her dear form , his mothers hand, 

 The islet far behind her lay , 

 And she had landed in the bay. 



