On The Death Of Robert Dundas, Esq., Of Arniston Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEEFF GGHHII JJKKEELLMMNOPP BBQQRRSS| LONE on the bleaky hills the straying flocks | A |
| Shun the fierce storms among the sheltering rocks | A |
| Down from the rivulets red with dashing rains | B |
| The gathering floods burst o'er the distant plains | B |
| Beneath the blast the leafless forests groan | C |
| The hollow caves return a hollow moan | C |
| Ye hills ye plains ye forests and ye caves | D |
| Ye howling winds and wintry swelling waves | D |
| Unheard unseen by human ear or eye | E |
| Sad to your sympathetic glooms I fly | E |
| Where to the whistling blast and water's roar | F |
| Pale Scotia's recent wound I may deplore | F |
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| O heavy loss thy country ill could bear | G |
| A loss these evil days can ne'er repair | G |
| Justice the high vicegerent of her God | H |
| Her doubtful balance eyed and sway'd her rod | H |
| Hearing the tidings of the fatal blow | I |
| She sank abandon'd to the wildest woe | I |
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| Wrongs injuries from many a darksome den | J |
| Now gay in hope explore the paths of men | J |
| See from his cavern grim Oppression rise | K |
| And throw on Poverty his cruel eyes | K |
| Keen on the helpless victim see him fly | E |
| And stifle dark the feebly bursting cry | E |
| Mark Ruffian Violence distained with crimes | L |
| Rousing elate in these degenerate times | L |
| View unsuspecting Innocence a prey | M |
| As guileful Fraud points out the erring way | M |
| While subtle Litigation's pliant tongue | N |
| The life blood equal sucks of Right and Wrong | O |
| Hark injur'd Want recounts th' unlisten'd tale | P |
| And much wrong'd Mis'ry pours the unpitied wail | P |
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| Ye dark waste hills ye brown unsightly plains | B |
| Congenial scenes ye soothe my mournful strains | B |
| Ye tempests rage ye turbid torrents roll | Q |
| Ye suit the joyless tenor of my soul | Q |
| Life's social haunts and pleasures I resign | R |
| Be nameless wilds and lonely wanderings mine | R |
| To mourn the woes my country must endure | S |
| That would degenerate ages cannot cure | S |
Robert Burns
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