To A Mouse, On Turning Her Up In Her Nes（2 / 2）
out thro' thy cell.
that wee bit heap o' leaves an' stibble,
has cost thee mony a weary nibble!
now thou's turn'd out, for a' thy trouble,
but house or hald,
to thole the winter's sleety dribble,
an' cranreuch cauld!
but, mousie, thou art no thy lane,
in proving foresight may be vain;
the best-laid schemes o' mice an 'men
gang aft agley,
an'lea'e us nought but grief an' pain,
for promis'd joy!
still thou art blest, compar'd wi' me
the present only toucheth thee:
but, och! i backward cast my e'e.
on prospects drear!
an' forward, tho' i canna see,
i guess an' fear! ↑返回顶部↑
that wee bit heap o' leaves an' stibble,
has cost thee mony a weary nibble!
now thou's turn'd out, for a' thy trouble,
but house or hald,
to thole the winter's sleety dribble,
an' cranreuch cauld!
but, mousie, thou art no thy lane,
in proving foresight may be vain;
the best-laid schemes o' mice an 'men
gang aft agley,
an'lea'e us nought but grief an' pain,
for promis'd joy!
still thou art blest, compar'd wi' me
the present only toucheth thee:
but, och! i backward cast my e'e.
on prospects drear!
an' forward, tho' i canna see,
i guess an' fear! ↑返回顶部↑