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ravg ds around her blog

tune—“&039;grigor of roro&039;s nt”

i posed these verses on iss isabel &039;leod of raza, aldg to her feelgs on the death of her sister, and the still ore ncholy death of her sister&039;s hband, the te earl of loudoun, who shot hiself out of sheer heart-break at ortifications he suffered, og to the derand state of his fances—rb, 1971

ravg ds around her blog,

yellow leaves the woodnds strog,

by a river hoarsely roarg,

isabel stray&039;d deplorg—

“farewell, hours that te did asure

sunshe days of joy and pleasure;

hail, thou glooy night of rrow,

cheerless night that knows no orrow!

“o&039;er the past too fondly wanderg,

on the hopeless future ponderg;

chilly grief y life-blood freezes,

fell despair y fancy seizes

“life, thou ul of every blessg,

load to isery ost distressg,

gdly how would i resign thee,

and to dark oblivion jo thee!”