Epistle To James Smith（4 / 6）
cold-pausing caution's lesson scorning,
we frisk away,
like school-boys, at th' expected warning,
to joy an' play.
we wander there, we wander here,
we eye the rose upon the brier,
unmindful that the thorn is near,
among the leaves;
and tho' the puny wound appear,
short while it grieves.
some, lucky, find a flow'ry spot,
for which they never toil'd nor swat;
they drink the sweet and eat the fat,
but care or pain;
and haply eye the barren hut
with high disdain.
with steady aim, some fortune chase;
keen hope does ev'ry sinew brace;
thro' fair, thro' foul, they urge the race,
an' seize the prey:
then cannie, in some cozie place,
they close the day.
and others, like your humble servan',
poor wights! nae rules nor roads observin,
to right or left eternal swervin,
they zig-zag on;
till, curst with age, obscure an' starvin,
they aften groan.
alas! what bitter toil an' straining—
but truce with peevish, poor complaining! ↑返回顶部↑
we frisk away,
like school-boys, at th' expected warning,
to joy an' play.
we wander there, we wander here,
we eye the rose upon the brier,
unmindful that the thorn is near,
among the leaves;
and tho' the puny wound appear,
short while it grieves.
some, lucky, find a flow'ry spot,
for which they never toil'd nor swat;
they drink the sweet and eat the fat,
but care or pain;
and haply eye the barren hut
with high disdain.
with steady aim, some fortune chase;
keen hope does ev'ry sinew brace;
thro' fair, thro' foul, they urge the race,
an' seize the prey:
then cannie, in some cozie place,
they close the day.
and others, like your humble servan',
poor wights! nae rules nor roads observin,
to right or left eternal swervin,
they zig-zag on;
till, curst with age, obscure an' starvin,
they aften groan.
alas! what bitter toil an' straining—
but truce with peevish, poor complaining! ↑返回顶部↑