The Poetry of Robert Burns | ||
ON SEEING THE ROYAL PALACE AT STIRLING IN RUINS
Here Stewarts once in glory reign'd,And laws for Scotland's weal ordain'd;
But now unroof'd their palace stands,
Their sceptre fallen to other hands:
Fallen indeed, and to the earth,
Whence grovelling reptiles take their birth!
The injured Stewart line is gone,
A race outlandish fills their throne:
An idiot race, to honour lost—
Who know them best despise them most.
The Poetry of Robert Burns | ||