Strathallan's Lament


Thickest night, surround my dwelling! Howling tempests, o'er me rave! Turbid torrents, wintry swelling, Roaring by my lonely cave. Chrystal streamlets gently flowing, Busy haunts of base mankind, Western breezes softly blowing, Suit not my distracted mind. In the cause of Right engaged, Wrongs injurious to redress, Honor's war we strongly waged, But the heavens deny'd success: Ruin's wheel has driven o'er us, Not a hope that dare attend, The wide world is all before us But a world without a friend!

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Joyce Falconer

About this work

This is a song by Robert Burns. It was written in 1787 and is read here by Joyce Falconer.

Themes for this song

unhappiness anguish

Selected for 27 August

Today another poem from the journey Burns made in August 1787 to, and through, the Highlands. NOT a cheery wee number. The poet's mood is worse than the weather and the weather is apocalyptic. Winter in summer! In Scotland! Surely not?

Donny O'Rourke

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