Lyric Poem · Love
Lord Gregory: A Ballad
by Robert Burns
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.
Hard is thy heart, Lord Gregory,
And flinty is thy breast:
Thou bolt of Heaven that flashest by,
O, wilt thou bring me rest!
Ye mustering thunders from above,
Your willing victim see;
But spare and pardon my fause Love,
His wrangs to Heaven and me.
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Quick facts
- Poem
- Lord Gregory: A Ballad
- Poet
- Robert Burns
- Length
- 24 lines
- Form
- Lyric Poem
- Themes
- Love, Peace
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- Shape
- 24 lines · 3 octaves
- Line length
- Lines run 6-9 syllables (median 8), consistent with tetrameter. No single length dominates, which is normal once elision and contraction are in play.
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- Author record
- Robert Burns1759–1796
- Source record
- PoetryDBLord Gregory: A Ballad by robert-burns, PoetryDB transcription
- Display decision
- Full text · United States · reviewed 2026-07-18
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- SHA-256 1379575eff05e6f9…
- Editorial handling
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