No pause the dire extremes between,
He made me blest—and broke my heart.
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WITH secret throes I marked that earth,
And near I saw, bold issuing forthIn youthful pride,A Lindsay race of noble worth,Famed far and wide.Where, hid behind a spreading wood,An ancient Pict-built mansion stood,I spied, among an angel brood,A female pair;Sweet shone their high maternal blood,And father’s air. 1An ancient tower 2 to memory broughtHow Dettingen’s bold hero fought;Still, far from sinking into…
THE GLOOMY night is gath’ring fast,
Yon murky cloud is foul with rain,I see it driving o’er the plain;The hunter now has left the moor.The scatt’red coveys meet secure;While here I wander, prest with care,Along the lonely banks of Ayr.The Autumn mourns her rip’ning cornBy early Winter’s ravage torn;Across her placid, azure sky,She sees the scowling tempest fly:Chill runs my blood…
Upon that night, when fairies light
Or owre the lays, in splendid blaze,On sprightly coursers prance;Or for Colean the route is ta’en,Beneath the moon’s pale beams;There, up the cove, to stray and rove,Among the rocks and streamsTo sport that night.Among the bonny winding banks,Where Doon rins, wimplin’ clear,Where Bruce ance ruled the martial ranks,And shook his Carrick spear,Some merry, friendly, country-folks,Together…
AFAR 1 the illustrious Exile roams,
An inmate in the casual shed,On transient pity’s bounty fed,Haunted by busy memory’s bitter tale!Beasts of the forest have their savage homes,But He, who should imperial purple wear,Owns not the lap of earth where rests his royal head!His wretched refuge, dark despair,While ravening wrongs and woes pursue,And distant far the faithful fewWho would his sorrows…
ALL hail! inexorable lord!
The mightiest empires fall!Thy cruel, woe-delighted train,The ministers of grief and pain,A sullen welcome, all!With stern-resolv’d, despairing eye,I see each aimèd dart;For one has cut my dearest tie,And quivers in my heart.Then low’ring, and pouring,The storm no more I dread;Tho’ thick’ning, and black’ning,Round my devoted head.And thou grim Pow’r by life abhorr’d,While life a pleasure…
THROUGH and through th’ inspir’d leaves,
But O respect his lordship’s taste,And spare his golden bindings.