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 dark'ning air,
And hollow whistled 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'd the sacred Fane. + -
Th' encreasing 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 king's park at Holyroodhouse ----
St. Anthony's well ----
St. 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 dark'ning air,
And hollow whistled 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'd the sacred Fane. + -
Th' encreasing 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 king's park at Holyroodhouse ----
St. Anthony's well ----
St. Anthony's chapel. ----
The paly 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 lightning of her eye in tears imbue'd. ----
Revers'd that spear, redoubtable in war;
Reclin'd that banner, erst in fields unfurl'd
That like a deathful meteor gleam'd afar.
And brav'd the mighty Monarchs of the world
"My patriot-Son fills an untimely grave!"
With accents wild and lifted arms she cry'd;
"Low lies the hand that oft was stretch'd to save;
"Low lies the heart that swell'd with honor's pr
;
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 lightning of her eye in tears imbue'd. ----
Revers'd that spear, redoubtable in war;
Reclin'd that banner, erst in fields unfurl'd
That like a deathful meteor gleam'd afar.
And brav'd the mighty Monarchs of the world
"My patriot-Son fills an untimely grave!"
With accents wild and lifted arms she cry'd;
"Low lies the hand that oft was stretch'd to save;
"Low lies the heart that swell'd with honor's pr
;
"A weeping Country joins a Widow's tear;
"The helpless Poor mix with the Orphans' cry;
"The drooping Arts surround their Patron's bier,
"And grateful Science heaves the heart-felt sigh. ----
"I saw my Sons resume their ancient fire,
"I saw fair Freedom's blossoms richly blow;
"But ah! how hope is born but to expire!
"Relentless Fate has laid their Guardian low . ----
"My Patriot falls; but shall he lie unsung,
"While empty Greatness saves a worthless name?
"No: every Muse shall join her tuneful tongue,
"And future ages hear his growing fame. ----
"And I will join a Mother's tender cares,
"Thro' future times to make his virtues last,
"That distant years may boast of other Blairs" --
She said, and vanish'd with the sweeping blast.--
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"The helpless Poor mix with the Orphans' cry;
"The drooping Arts surround their Patron's bier,
"And grateful Science heaves the heart-felt sigh. ----
"I saw my Sons resume their ancient fire,
"I saw fair Freedom's blossoms richly blow;
"But ah! how hope is born but to expire!
"Relentless Fate has laid their Guardian low . ----
"My Patriot falls; but shall he lie unsung,
"While empty Greatness saves a worthless name?
"No: every Muse shall join her tuneful tongue,
"And future ages hear his growing fame. ----
"And I will join a Mother's tender cares,
"Thro' future times to make his virtues last,
"That distant years may boast of other Blairs" --
She said, and vanish'd with the sweeping blast.--
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Key details
- Archive number
- NTS/02/25/BRN/02/38
- Alt. number
- 3.6178
- On display
- No
- Creator
- Burns, Robert (Author)
- Recipient
- Blair, Sir James Hunter
- Archive number
- NTS/02/25/BRN/02/38
- Alt. number
- 3.6178
- On display
- No
- Creator
- Burns, Robert (Author)
- Recipient
- Blair, Sir James Hunter
Description
Elegy on Sir J. H. Blair. By Robert Burns.
Begins "The Lamp of day with ill-presaging glare". Manuscript also in Glenriddell Vol. 1.
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)
- Elegy on Sir J H Blair