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EETLING walls with ivy grown,

Frowning heights of mossy stone—

Turret, with its flaunting flag

Flung from battlemented crag;

Dungeon-keep and fortalice

Looking down a precipice

O'er the darkly glancing wave

By the Lurlie-haunted cave;

Robber haunt and maiden bower

Home of Love, and Crime, and Power—

That's the scenery, in fine,

Of the Legends of the Rhine.