Song Inscribed To Alexander Cunningham（1 / 2）
song inscribed to alexander cunningham
now spring has clad the grove in green,
and strew'd the lea wi' flowers;
the furrow'd, waving corn is seen
rejoice in fostering showers.
while ilka thing in nature join
their sorrows to forego,
o why thus all alone are mine
the weary steps o' woe!
the trout in yonder wimpling burn
that glides, a silver dart,
and, safe beneath the shady thorn,
defies the angler's art—
my life was ance that careless stream,
that wanton trout was i;
but love, wi' unrelenting beam,
has scorch'd my fountains dry.
that little floweret's peaceful lot,
in yonder cliff that grows,
which, save the linnet's flight, i wot,
nae ruder visit knows,
was mine, till love has o'er me past,
and blighted a' my bloom;
and now, beneath the withering blast,
my youth and joy consume.
the waken'd lav'rock warbling springs,
and climbs the early sky,
winnowing blythe his dewy wings
in morning's rosy eye;
as little reck'd i sorrow's power, ↑返回顶部↑
now spring has clad the grove in green,
and strew'd the lea wi' flowers;
the furrow'd, waving corn is seen
rejoice in fostering showers.
while ilka thing in nature join
their sorrows to forego,
o why thus all alone are mine
the weary steps o' woe!
the trout in yonder wimpling burn
that glides, a silver dart,
and, safe beneath the shady thorn,
defies the angler's art—
my life was ance that careless stream,
that wanton trout was i;
but love, wi' unrelenting beam,
has scorch'd my fountains dry.
that little floweret's peaceful lot,
in yonder cliff that grows,
which, save the linnet's flight, i wot,
nae ruder visit knows,
was mine, till love has o'er me past,
and blighted a' my bloom;
and now, beneath the withering blast,
my youth and joy consume.
the waken'd lav'rock warbling springs,
and climbs the early sky,
winnowing blythe his dewy wings
in morning's rosy eye;
as little reck'd i sorrow's power, ↑返回顶部↑