LXXXIII

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LXXXIII

“And ‘Bellanaine for ever!’ shouted they!

While that fair Princess, from her winged chair,

Bow’d low with high demeanour, and, to pay

Their new-blown loyalty with guerdon fair,

Still emptied, at meet distance, here and there,

A plenty horn of jewels. And here I

(Who wish to give the devil her due) declare

Against that ugly piece of calumny,

Which calls them Highland pebble-stones not worth a fly.