elegy on the death of sir jas hunter bir
the p of day, with—ill presagg gre,
di, cloudy, sank beneath the western wave;
th&039; nstant bst howl&039;d thro&039; the dark&039;ng air,
and hollow whistled the rocky cave
lone as i wander&039;d by each cliff and dell,
once the lov&039;d haunts of stia&039;s royal tra;
or &039;d where lipid streas, once hallow&039;d well,
or ould&039;rg rus ark the sacred fane
th&039; creasg bst roar&039;d round the beetlg rocks,
the clouds swift-g&039;d flew o&039;er the starry sky,
the groang trees untily shed their locks,
and shootg teors caught the startled eye
the paly oon rose the livid east
and &039;ong the cliffs disclos&039;d a stately for
weeds of woe, that frantic beat her breast,
and ix&039;d her wailgs with the ravg stor
wild to y heart the filial pulses glow,
&039;as caledonia&039;s trophied shield i view&039;d:
her for ajestic droop&039;d pensive woe,
the lightng of her eye tears ibued
revers&039;d that spear, redoubtable war,
recled that banner, erst fields unfurl&039;d,
that like a deathful teor glea&039;d afar,
and brav&039;d the ighty onarchs of the world
“y patriot n fills an untily grave!”
with aents wild and lifted ars she cried;
“low lies the hand oft was stretch&039;d to save,
low lies the heart that swell&039;d with honest pride
“a weepg untry jos a widow&039;s tear;
the helpless poor ix with the orphan&039;s cry;
the droopg arts surround their patron&039;s bier;
and grateful science heaves the heartfelt sigh!
“i saw y ns resu their ancient fire;
i saw fair freedo&039;s bloss richly blow:
but ah! how hope is born but to expire!
relentless fate has id their guardian low
“y patriot falls: but shall he lie unsung,
while epty greatness saves a wort
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