The works of Allan Ramsay edited by Burns Martin ... and John W. Oliver [... and Alexander M. Kinghorn ... and Alexander Law] |
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AN ODE Sacred to the MEMORY Of Her Grace ANNE Dutchess of HAMILTON
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AN ODE Sacred to the MEMORY Of Her Grace ANNE Dutchess of HAMILTON .
Let Angels with their silver Wings o'ershade,
The Ground now sacred by her Reliques made.
Pope.
The Ground now sacred by her Reliques made.
Pope.
Why sounds the Plain with sad Complaint?
Why hides the Sun his Beams?
Why sighs the Winds sae bleak and cauld?
Why mourn the swelling Streams?
Why hides the Sun his Beams?
Why sighs the Winds sae bleak and cauld?
Why mourn the swelling Streams?
Wail on ye Heights, ye Glens complain,
Sun wear thy cloudy Veil:
Sigh Winds frae frozen Caves of Snaw;
Clyde mourn the rueful Tale.
Sun wear thy cloudy Veil:
Sigh Winds frae frozen Caves of Snaw;
Clyde mourn the rueful Tale.
She's dead, the Beauteous Anna's dead,
All Nature wears a Gloom:
Alas! the comely budding Flower,
Is faded in the Bloom.
All Nature wears a Gloom:
Alas! the comely budding Flower,
Is faded in the Bloom.
Clos'd in the weeping Marble Vault,
Now cauld and blae she lies,
Nae mair the Smiles adorn her Cheek,
Nae mair she lifts her Eyes.
Now cauld and blae she lies,
Nae mair the Smiles adorn her Cheek,
Nae mair she lifts her Eyes.
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Too soon, O sweetest, fairest, best;
Young Parent, lovely Mate,
Thou leaves thy LORD and Infant SON,
To weep thy early Fate.
Young Parent, lovely Mate,
Thou leaves thy LORD and Infant SON,
To weep thy early Fate.
But late thy chearfu' Marriage-Day,
Gave Gladness all around;
But late in thee, the youthful Chief,
A Heaven of Blessings found.
Gave Gladness all around;
But late in thee, the youthful Chief,
A Heaven of Blessings found.
His Bosom swells, for much he lov'd,
Words fail to paint his Greif;
He starts in Dream, and grasps thy Shade,
The Day brings nae Relief.
Words fail to paint his Greif;
He starts in Dream, and grasps thy Shade,
The Day brings nae Relief.
The fair Illusion skims away,
And Grief again returns,
Life's Pleasure make a vain Attempt,
Disconsolate he mourns:
And Grief again returns,
Life's Pleasure make a vain Attempt,
Disconsolate he mourns:
He mourns his Loss, a Nation's Loss,
It claims a Flood of Tears;
When sic a lov'd illustrious Star,
Sae quickly disappears.
It claims a Flood of Tears;
When sic a lov'd illustrious Star,
Sae quickly disappears.
With Roses and the Lilly Buds,
Ye Nymphs her Grave adorn,
And weeping tell, thus Sweet she was,
Thus early from us Torn.
Ye Nymphs her Grave adorn,
And weeping tell, thus Sweet she was,
Thus early from us Torn.
To silent Twilight Shades retire,
Ye melancholy Swains,
In melting Notes repete her Praise,
In sighing vent your Pains.
Ye melancholy Swains,
In melting Notes repete her Praise,
In sighing vent your Pains.
But haste, calm Reason, to our Aid,
And paining Thoughts subdue,
By placing of the pious Fair,
In a mair pleasing View.
And paining Thoughts subdue,
By placing of the pious Fair,
In a mair pleasing View.
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Whose white immortal Mind now shines,
And shall for ever bright,
Above th'Insult of Death and Pain,
By the first Spring of Light.
And shall for ever bright,
Above th'Insult of Death and Pain,
By the first Spring of Light.
There joins the high melodious Thrang,
That strike eternal Strings;
In Presence of Omnipotence,
She now a Seraph sings.
That strike eternal Strings;
In Presence of Omnipotence,
She now a Seraph sings.
Then cease Great JAMES thy flowing Tears,
Nor rent thy Soul in vain:
Frae Bowers of Bless she'll ne'er return
To thy kind Arms again.
Nor rent thy Soul in vain:
Frae Bowers of Bless she'll ne'er return
To thy kind Arms again.
With Goodness still adorn thy Mind,
True Greatness still improve;
Be still a PATRIOT, just and brave,
And meet thy SAINT above.
True Greatness still improve;
Be still a PATRIOT, just and brave,
And meet thy SAINT above.
A.R.
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