Elegy On The Late Miss Burnet Of Monboddo
es, immix'd with reedy fens;
ye mossy streams, with sedge and rushes stor'd:
ye rugged cliffs, o'erhanging dreary glens,
to you i fly—ye with my soul accord.
princes, whose cumb'rous pride was all their worth,
shall venal ys their pompous exit hail,
and thou, sweet excellence! forsake our earth,
and not a muse with ho grief bewail?
we saw thee shine in youth ay's pride,
and virtue's light, that beams beyond the spheres;
but, like the sun eclips'd at m tide,
thou left us darkling in a world of tears.
the parent's heart that led fon
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