...And glimmered all the dead-men's mail. Blazed battlement and pinnet high, Blazed every rose-carved buttress fair— So still they blaze when fate is nigh The lordly line of high St Clair. There are twenty of Roslin's barons bold Lie buried within that proud chapelle; Each one...

...And glimmered all the dead men's mail. Blazed battlement and pinnet high, Blazed every rose-carved buttress fair — So still they blaze, when fate is nigh The lordly line of high St Clair. There are twenty of Roslin's barons bold Lie buried within that proud chapelle ; Each one...

...And glimmered all the dead men's mail. Blazed battlement and pinnet high, Blazed every rose-carved buttress fair— So still they blaze, when fate is nigh The lordly line of high St Clair. There are twenty of Roslin's barons bold Lie buried within that proud chapelle ; Each one...

...And glimmer'd all the dead men's mail. Blazed battlement and pinnet high, Blazed every rose-carved buttress fair— So still they blaze, when fate is nigh The lordly line of high St. Clair. There are twenty of Roslin's barons bold Lie buried within that proud chapelle; Each one...

...And redder than the bright moon-beam ; Blazed battlement and turret high, Blazed every rose-carved buttress fair, So still they blaze when fate is nigh The lordly line of high St. Clair. There are twenty of Roslin's barons boldj • Lie buried within that proud chapelle, Ench...

...fire within, around, Deep sacristry and altars pale ; Shone every pillar foliage bound, And glimmer'd all the dead men's mail. Blaz'd battlement and pinnet...blaze, when fate is nigh, The lordly line of high St. Clair. BLACK FRIARS' WYND. BLACK FRIARS' WYND is one of the steep ascents leading from the Cowgate...

...fire within, around, Deep sacristry and altars pale ; Shone every pillar foliage bound. And glimmer'd all the dead men's mail. Blaz'd battlement and pinnet...blaze, when fate is nigh, The lordly line of high St. Clair. THIS large and elegant building is in the High Street, and Dearly opposite St. Giles's church....

...And glimmered all the dead men's mail. Blazed battlement and pinnet high, Blazed every rose-carved buttress fair — So still they blaze, when fate is nigh The lordly line of high St Clair. There are twenty of Roslin's barons bold Lie buried within that proud chapelle ; Each one...

...And glimmer' d all the dead men's mail. Blazed battlement and pinnet high, Blazed every rose-carved buttress fair — So still they blaze, when fate is nigh The lordly line of high St Clair. There are twenty of Roslin's barons bold Lie buried within that proud chapelle ; Each one...

...And glimmered all the dead men's mail. Blazed battlement and pinnet high, Blazed every rose-carved buttress fair— So still they blaze when fate is nigh The lordly line of high St. Clair. From Roslin to Hawthornden, a spot dear to the lovers of poetry as the birth-place and residence...