Lord Gregory

Lord Gregory by Robert Burns

An exile frae her faither's ha' begs Lord Gregory tae open his tower door in a midnight storm, asking for pity if he canna gie her luve. She minds their meeting by Irwine and his vows, then cries tae the lightning and thunner for rest, asking that her fause luve be spared and pardoned.

By Robert Burns · Genre: Dramatic Monologue, Lyric Poetry, Love Poetry · 238 words

First lines

O mirk, mirk is this midnight hour, / And loud the tempest's roar; / A waefu' wanderer seeks thy tower, / Lord Gregory, ope thy door. / An exile frae her father's ha', / And a' for loving thee; / At least some pity on me shaw, / If love it may na be.

Lord Gregory, mind'st thou not the grove / By bonie Irwine side, / Where first I own'd that virgin love / I lang, lang had denied. / How aften didst thou pledge and vow / Thou wad for aye be mine! / And my fond heart, itsel' sae true, / It ne'er mistrusted thine.

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fause luve · exile · luvers' vows · midnight storm · pleading

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