Elegy On The Death Of Sir James Hunter Blair Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABA CDCD EFEF GHIH JKJK LMNM AOAO BFPF QJRJ STST UVUV| beneath the western wave | A |
| Th' inconstant blast howl'd thro' the dark'ning air | B |
| And hollow whistled in the rocky cave | A |
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| Lone as I wander'd by each cliff and dell | C |
| Once the lov'd haunts of Scotia's royal train | D |
| Or mus'd where limpid streams once hallow'd well | C |
| Or mould'ring ruins mark the sacred fane | D |
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| Th' increasing blast roar'd round the beetling rocks | E |
| The clouds swift wing'd flew o'er the starry sky | F |
| The groaning trees untimely shed their locks | E |
| And shooting meteors caught the startled eye | F |
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| The paly moon rose in the livid east | G |
| And 'mong the cliffs disclos'd a stately form | H |
| In weeds of woe that frantic beat her breast | I |
| And mix'd her wailings with the raving storm | H |
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| Wild to my heart the filial pulses glow | J |
| 'Twas Caledonia's trophied shield I view'd | K |
| Her form majestic droop'd in pensive woe | J |
| The lightning of her eye in tears imbued | K |
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| Revers'd that spear redoubtable in war | L |
| Reclined that banner erst in fields unfurl'd | M |
| That like a deathful meteor gleam'd afar | N |
| And brav'd the mighty monarchs of the world | M |
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| My patriot son fills an untimely grave | A |
| With accents wild and lifted arms she cried | O |
| Low lies the hand oft was stretch'd to save | A |
| Low lies the heart that swell'd with honest pride | O |
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| A weeping country joins a widow's tear | B |
| The helpless poor mix with the orphan's cry | F |
| The drooping arts surround their patron's bier | P |
| And grateful science heaves the heartfelt sigh | F |
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| I saw my sons resume their ancient fire | Q |
| I saw fair Freedom's blossoms richly blow | J |
| But ah how hope is born but to expire | R |
| Relentless fate has laid their guardian low | J |
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| My patriot falls but shall he lie unsung | S |
| While empty greatness saves a worthless name | T |
| No every muse shall join her tuneful tongue | S |
| And future ages hear his growing fame | T |
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| And I will join a mother's tender cares | U |
| Thro' future times to make his virtues last | V |
| That distant years may boast of other Blairs | U |
| She said and vanish'd with the sweeping blast | V |
Robert Burns
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