Elegy On The Late Miss Burnet Of Monboddo
Elegy Oe Miss Bur Of Monboddo</p>
Life ne'er exulted in so rich a prize,</p>
As Bur, lovely from her native skies;</p>
Nor envious death so triumph'd in a blow,</p>
As that which id th' aplish'd Bur low.</p>
Thy form and mind, sweet maid, I fet?</p>
In richest ore the brightest jewel set!</p>
In thee, high Heaven above was truest shown,</p>
As by His work the Godhead best is known.</p>
In vain ye funt in summer's pride, ye groves;</p>
Thou crystal streamlet with thy flowery shore,</p>
Ye woodnd choir that t your idle loves,</p>
Ye cease to charm; Eliza is no more.</p>
Ye healthy wastes, immix'd with reedy fens;</p>
Ye mossy streams, with sedge and rushes stor'd:</p>
Ye rugged cliffs, ing dreary glens,</p>
To you I fly—ye with my soul accord.</p>
Princes, whose cumb'rous pride was all their worth,</p>
Shall venal ys their pompous exit hail,</p>
And thou, sweet Excellence! forsake our earth,</p>
And not a Muse with ho grief bewail?</p>
We saw thee shine in youth ay's pride,</p>
And Virtue's light, that beams beyond the spheres;</p>
But, like the sun eclips'd at m tide,</p>
Thou left us darkling in a world of tears.</p>
The parent's heart that led fond in thee,</p>
That heart how sunk, a prey to grief and care;</p>
So deckt the woodbine sweet yoree;</p>
So, from it ravish'd, leaves it bleak and bare.</p>
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Life ne'er exulted in so rich a prize,</p>
As Bur, lovely from her native skies;</p>
Nor envious death so triumph'd in a blow,</p>
As that which id th' aplish'd Bur low.</p>
Thy form and mind, sweet maid, I fet?</p>
In richest ore the brightest jewel set!</p>
In thee, high Heaven above was truest shown,</p>
As by His work the Godhead best is known.</p>
In vain ye funt in summer's pride, ye groves;</p>
Thou crystal streamlet with thy flowery shore,</p>
Ye woodnd choir that t your idle loves,</p>
Ye cease to charm; Eliza is no more.</p>
Ye healthy wastes, immix'd with reedy fens;</p>
Ye mossy streams, with sedge and rushes stor'd:</p>
Ye rugged cliffs, ing dreary glens,</p>
To you I fly—ye with my soul accord.</p>
Princes, whose cumb'rous pride was all their worth,</p>
Shall venal ys their pompous exit hail,</p>
And thou, sweet Excellence! forsake our earth,</p>
And not a Muse with ho grief bewail?</p>
We saw thee shine in youth ay's pride,</p>
And Virtue's light, that beams beyond the spheres;</p>
But, like the sun eclips'd at m tide,</p>
Thou left us darkling in a world of tears.</p>
The parent's heart that led fond in thee,</p>
That heart how sunk, a prey to grief and care;</p>
So deckt the woodbine sweet yoree;</p>
So, from it ravish'd, leaves it bleak and bare.</p>
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