The Humble Petition Of Bruar Water（1 / 3）
the humble petition of bruar water
to the noble duke of athole.
my lord, i know your noble ear
woe ne'er assails in vain;
embolden'd thus, i beg you'll hear
your humble slave complain,
how saucy phoebus' scorching beams,
in flaming summer-pride,
dry-withering, waste my foamy streams,
and drink my crystal tide.
the lightly-jumping, glowrin' trouts,
that thro' my waters play,
if, in their random, wanton spouts,
they near the margin stray;
if, hapless chance! they linger lang,
i'm scorching up so shallow,
they're left the whitening stanes amang,
in gasping death to wallow.
last day i grat wi' spite and teen,
as poet burns came by.
that, to a bard, i should be seen
wi' half my channel dry;
a panegyric rhyme, i ween,
ev'n as i was, he shor'd me;
but had i in my glory been,
he, kneeling, wad ador'd me.
here, foaming down the skelvy rocks,
in twisting strength i rin;
there, high my boiling torrent smokes,
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to the noble duke of athole.
my lord, i know your noble ear
woe ne'er assails in vain;
embolden'd thus, i beg you'll hear
your humble slave complain,
how saucy phoebus' scorching beams,
in flaming summer-pride,
dry-withering, waste my foamy streams,
and drink my crystal tide.
the lightly-jumping, glowrin' trouts,
that thro' my waters play,
if, in their random, wanton spouts,
they near the margin stray;
if, hapless chance! they linger lang,
i'm scorching up so shallow,
they're left the whitening stanes amang,
in gasping death to wallow.
last day i grat wi' spite and teen,
as poet burns came by.
that, to a bard, i should be seen
wi' half my channel dry;
a panegyric rhyme, i ween,
ev'n as i was, he shor'd me;
but had i in my glory been,
he, kneeling, wad ador'd me.
here, foaming down the skelvy rocks,
in twisting strength i rin;
there, high my boiling torrent smokes,
wild-roaring o'er a linn: ↑返回顶部↑