ravg ds around her blog
tune—“&039;grigor of roro&039;s nt”
i posed these verses on iss isabel &039;leod of raza, aldg to her feelgs on the death of her sister, and the still ore ncholy death of her sister&039;s hband, the te earl of loudoun, who shot hiself out of sheer heart-break at ortifications he suffered, og to the derand state of his fances—rb, 1971
ravg ds around her blog,
yellow leaves the woodnds strog,
by a river hoarsely roarg,
isabel stray&039;d deplorg—
“farewell, hours that te did asure
sunshe days of joy and pleasure;
hail, thou glooy night of rrow,
cheerless night that knows no orrow!
“o&039;er the past too fondly wanderg,
on the hopeless future ponderg;
chilly grief y life-blood freezes,
fell despair y fancy seizes
“life, thou ul of every blessg,
load to isery ost distressg,
gdly how would i resign thee,
and to dark oblivion jo thee!”
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