An elegy on the great and famous blew-stone which lay on the castle-hill of Edinburgh, and was buried therein. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B03231 of text R176443 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing E417AB). Textual changes and metadata enrichments aim at making the text more computationally tractable, easier to read, and suitable for network-based collaborative curation by amateur and professional end users from many walks of life. The text has been tokenized and linguistically annotated with MorphAdorner. The annotation includes standard spellings that support the display of a text in a standardized format that preserves archaic forms ('loveth', 'seekest'). Textual changes aim at restoring the text the author or stationer meant to publish. This text has not been fully proofread Approx. 2 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 1 1-bit group-IV TIFF page image. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2018 B03231 Wing E417AB ESTC R176443 52614636 ocm 52614636 175851 2240900161

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. B03231) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 175851) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English Books, 1641-1700 ; 2752:37) An elegy on the great and famous blew-stone which lay on the castle-hill of Edinburgh, and was buried therein. 1 sheet ([1] p.) s.n., [Edinburgh : c. 1700] Caption title. Place and date of publication suggested by Wing (2nd ed.). Imperfect: cropped, with slight loss of text at bottom. Reproduction of original in: National Library of Scotland. eng Ballads, Scots -- 17th century. Edinburgh (Scotland) -- Poetry -- Early works to 1800. Broadsides -- Scotland -- 17th century. eebo An elegy on the great and famous blew-stone which lay on the castle-hill of Edinburgh, and was buried therein. [no entry] 1700 2 365 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 A This text has no known defects that were recorded as gap elements at the time of transcription. 2008-05 Assigned for keying and markup 2008-08 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2008-10 Sampled and proofread 2008-10 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2009-02 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
AN ELEGY On the Great and Famous BLEW-STONE , Which lay on the CASTLE-HILL of EDINBURGH , and was Buried therein . WHAT Place is this I 've fixt my Feet upon ? It 's like the Castle-hill , yet I miss a Stone Whereon I lean'd me oft for Recreation , Sure here 's the place where was his Scituation : None e'er was yet so strong to have it carri'd , So that it 's surely sunk , or else been burri'd : For which there ought to be great Lamentation , Since that it 's Equal scarce was in a Nation . O! let 's lament the Loss that 's sent From Castle to the Town , Would we withstood this blue Stones good That 's now beneath the Ground : Rise up and stand and grace our Land , Let them thy Motto see , Our old Blew-stone that 's dead and gone , His marrow cannot be : Large Twenty Foot of length he was , His bulk none e'er did ken , Dour and Deaf and riven with Grief , When he preserved Men : Behind his Back a Batt'rie was , Contriv'd with Packs of Woo ; Let 's now think oh , since he is gone , We 're in the Castle 's view . O! Burgesses and Men of Wit , That lives into the Town , What do you mean , or have you seen , To let him so plump down . Since all is past and he lies fast , His Memory shall stand To Thousand Generations , In this our Ancient Land . O Graver good will ye but do 't , Put this upon a Stone Near to his Nest , see that it rest , Since he is dead and gone .
EPITAPH , Who e'er this Grave does look upon , And ask , who does it fill , It is the Famous Great Blew-Stone Lay on the Castle-hill ; Roar'd at he was with Shots like Thunder , Because that Men he serv'd , Until his Body rent assunder , because he them preserv'd

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