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BY E. ANNA LEWIS.
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THE PROMONTORY OF LEUCADIA.
This is the spot—’tis here tradition says,
That hopeless love from this high towering rook
Leaped headlong to oblivion, or to death.
Oh, ’tis a giddy height! my dizzy head
Swims at the precipice!—’tis death to fall.
Southey.