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"Why dost thou build the hall, son of the winged days? Thou lookest from thy tower to-day; yet a few years, and the blast of the desert comes, it howls in thy empty court. " - Ossian
Through thy battlements, Newstead, the hollow winds whistle; / Thou, the hall of my fathers, art gone to decay; / In thy once smiling garden, the hemlock and thistle / Have choked up the rose which late bloom'd in the way.