Raving winds around her blowing


Raving winds around her blowing, Yellow leaves the woodlands strowing, By a river hoarsely roaring Isabella stray'd deploring. Farewell, hours that late did measure Sunshine days of joy and pleasure; Hail, thou gloomy night of sorrow, Cheerless night that knows no morrow. O'er the Past too fondly wandering, On the hopeless Future pondering; Chilly Grief my life-blood freezes, Fell Despair my fancy seizes. Life, thou soul of every blessing, Load to Misery most distressing, Gladly how would I resign thee, And to dark Oblivion join thee!

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Billy Boyd

About this work

This is a song by Robert Burns. It was written in 1788 and is read here by Billy Boyd.

Themes for this song

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Selected for 05 January

For the January-born poet, a winter walk was always 'something which exalts me, something which enraptures me'. The gales that gust can still induce a shiver at a time of year when many of us find ourselves, 'O'er the Past too fondly wandering...'

Donny O'Rourke

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