Epistle To James Smith（3 / 6）
till fate shall snap the brittle thread;
then, all unknown,
i'll lay me with th' inglorious dead
forgot and gone!
but why o' death being a tale?
just now we're living sound and hale;
then top and maintop crowd the sail,
heave care o'er-side!
and large, before enjoyment's gale,
let's tak the tide.
this life, sae far's i understand,
is a' enchanted fairy-land,
where pleasure is the magic-wand,
that, wielded right,
maks hours like minutes, hand in hand,
dance by fu' light.
the magic-wand then let us wield;
for ance that five-an'-forty's speel'd,
see, crazy, weary, joyless eild,
wi' wrinkl'd face,
comes hostin, hirplin owre the field,
we' creepin pace.
when ance life's day draws near the gloamin,
then fareweel vacant, careless roamin;
an' fareweel cheerfu' tankards foamin,
an' social noise:
an' fareweel dear, deluding woman,
the joy of joys!
o life! how pleasant, in thy morning,
young fancy's rays the hills adorning! ↑返回顶部↑
then, all unknown,
i'll lay me with th' inglorious dead
forgot and gone!
but why o' death being a tale?
just now we're living sound and hale;
then top and maintop crowd the sail,
heave care o'er-side!
and large, before enjoyment's gale,
let's tak the tide.
this life, sae far's i understand,
is a' enchanted fairy-land,
where pleasure is the magic-wand,
that, wielded right,
maks hours like minutes, hand in hand,
dance by fu' light.
the magic-wand then let us wield;
for ance that five-an'-forty's speel'd,
see, crazy, weary, joyless eild,
wi' wrinkl'd face,
comes hostin, hirplin owre the field,
we' creepin pace.
when ance life's day draws near the gloamin,
then fareweel vacant, careless roamin;
an' fareweel cheerfu' tankards foamin,
an' social noise:
an' fareweel dear, deluding woman,
the joy of joys!
o life! how pleasant, in thy morning,
young fancy's rays the hills adorning! ↑返回顶部↑