“If thou would'st view fair Melrose aright,
Go visit it by the pale moonlight.”

— Walter Scott , The Lay of the Last Minstrel

Canto II, stanza 1.
The Lay of the Last Minstrel (1805)

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Scottish historical novelist, playwright, and poet 1771–1832

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