Elegy on Sir J. H. Blair. -
The lamp of day with ill-presaging glare,
Dim, cloudy, sunk beyond the western wave;
Th' inconstant blast howl'd thro' the darkening air,
And hollow-whitstled in the rocky cave.
Lone as I wander'd by each cliff and dell,
* Once the lov'd haunts of Scotia's royal train;
Or mus'd where erst revered waters well *
Or mouldering Ruins mark the sacred fane.- *
Th' increasing blast roar'd round the beetling[?] rocks.
The winged clouds flew o'er the starry sky;
The groaning trees untimely shed their locks
And shooting meteors caught the startled eye.-
The haly moon rose in the livid east,
And 'mong the cliffs disclos'd a stately Form,
In weeds of woe, that frantic beat her breast,
And mix'd her wailings with the raving storm. -
Wild to my heart the filial pulses glow,
'Twas Caledonia's trophied shield I view'd;
Her form majestic droop'd in pensive woe,
The lightening of her eye in tears imbu'd.-
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* The king's park at Holyroodhouse -
* S.t Anthony's well -
* S.t Anthony's chapel -
The lamp of day with ill-presaging glare,
Dim, cloudy, sunk beyond the western wave;
Th' inconstant blast howl'd thro' the darkening air,
And hollow-whitstled in the rocky cave.
Lone as I wander'd by each cliff and dell,
* Once the lov'd haunts of Scotia's royal train;
Or mus'd where erst revered waters well *
Or mouldering Ruins mark the sacred fane.- *
Th' increasing blast roar'd round the beetling[?] rocks.
The winged clouds flew o'er the starry sky;
The groaning trees untimely shed their locks
And shooting meteors caught the startled eye.-
The haly moon rose in the livid east,
And 'mong the cliffs disclos'd a stately Form,
In weeds of woe, that frantic beat her breast,
And mix'd her wailings with the raving storm. -
Wild to my heart the filial pulses glow,
'Twas Caledonia's trophied shield I view'd;
Her form majestic droop'd in pensive woe,
The lightening of her eye in tears imbu'd.-
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* The king's park at Holyroodhouse -
* S.t Anthony's well -
* S.t Anthony's chapel -
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Key details
- Archive number
- NTS/02/25/BRN/02/131
- Alt. number
- 3.6297
- Date
- 1787
- On display
- No
- Creator
- Burns, Robert (Author)
- Archive number
- NTS/02/25/BRN/02/131
- Alt. number
- 3.6297
- Date
- 1787
- On display
- No
- Creator
- Burns, Robert (Author)
Description
On the death of Sir J. Hunter Blair. Elegy on the death of Sir James Hunter Blair.
Begins ; The lamp of day will ill-presaging glare. 11 four-line verses.
Archive information
Themes
Hierarchy
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Robert Burns, collection of poems and songs
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a sub-fonds is a subdivision in the archival material)
- On the death of Sir J Hunter Blair