Song Inscribed To Alexander Cunningham（2 / 2）
until the flowery snare
o'witching love, in luckless hour,
made me the thrall o' care.
o had my fate been greenland snows,
or afric's burning zone,
wi'man and nature leagued my foes,
so peggy ne'er i'd known!
the wretch whose doom is “hope nae mair”
what tongue his woes can tell;
within whase bosom, save despair,
nae kinder spirits dwell. ↑返回顶部↑
o'witching love, in luckless hour,
made me the thrall o' care.
o had my fate been greenland snows,
or afric's burning zone,
wi'man and nature leagued my foes,
so peggy ne'er i'd known!
the wretch whose doom is “hope nae mair”
what tongue his woes can tell;
within whase bosom, save despair,
nae kinder spirits dwell. ↑返回顶部↑