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Epistle To William Simson (第2/2页)
ld coila's plains an' fells,
her moors red-brown wi' heather bells,
her banks an' braes, her dens and dells,
whare glorious wallace
aft bure the gree, as story tells,
frae suthron billies.
at wallaame, what scottish blood
but boils up in a spring-tide flood!
oft have our fearless fathers strode
by wallace' side,
still pressing onward, red-wat-shod,
lorious died!
o, sweet are coila's haughs an' woods,
when lintwhites t amang the buds,
and jinkin hares, in amorous whids,
their loves enjoy;
while thro' the braes the cushat croods
with wailfu' cry!
ev'n winter bleak has charms to me,
when winds rave thro' the ree;
or frosts on hills of ochiltree
are hray;
or blinding drifts wild-furious flee,
dark'ning the day!
o nature! a' thy shews an' forms
to feeling, pensive hearts hae charms!
whether the summer kindly warms,
wi' life an light;
or winter howls, in gusty storms,
the lang, dark night!
the muse, nae poet ever fand her,
till by himsel he learn'd to wander,
adown some trottin burn's meander,
an' no think lang:
o sweet to stray, an' pensive ponder
a heart-felt sang!
the war'ly race may drudge an' drive,
hog-shouther, juretch, an' strive;
let me fair nature's face descrive,
and i, wi' pleasure,
shall let the busy, grumbling hive
bum owre their treasure.
fareweel, “my rhyme-posing” brither!
we've been owre lang unkenn'd to ither:
now let us lay our heads thegither,
in love fraternal:
may envy in a tether,
black fiend, infernal!
while highlandmen hate tools an' taxes;
while moorlan's herds like guid, fat braxies;
while terra firma, on her axis,
diurnal turns;
t on a friend, in faith an' practice,
in robert burns.
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