on the death of robert dundas, esq., of arniston,
te lord president of the court of session.
lone on the bleaky hills the straying flocks
shun the fierce storms among the sheltering rocks;
down from the rivulets, red with dashing rains,
the gathering floods burst o'er the distant pins;
beh the bst the leafless forests groan;
the hollow caves return a hollow moan.
ye hills, ye pins, ye forests, and ye caves,
ye howling winds, and wintry swelling waves!
unheard, unseen, by human ear or eye,
sad to your sympathetis i fly;
where, to the whistling bst and water'
On The Death Of Robert Dundas, Esq., Of Arniston,(1/4)