The Brigs Of Ayr（3 / 9）
and wallace tower had sworn the fact was true:
the tide-swoln firth, with sullen-sounding roar,
through the still night dash'd hoarse along the shore.
all else was hush'd as nature's closed e'e;
the silent moon shone high o'er tower and tree;
the chilly frost, beneath the silver beam,
crept, gently-crusting, o'er the glittering stream—
when, lo! on either hand the list'ning bard,
the clanging sugh of whistling wings is heard;
two dusky forms dart through the midnight air;
swift as the gos drives on the wheeling hare;
ane on th' auld brig his airy shape uprears,
the other flutters o'er the rising piers:
our warlock rhymer instantly dexcried
the sprites that owre the brigs of ayr preside.
(that bards are second-sighted is nae joke,
and ken the lingo of the sp'ritual folk;
fays, spunkies, kelpies, a', they can explain them,
and even the very deils they brawly ken them).
auld brig appear'd of ancient pictish race,
the very wrinkles gothic in his face;
he seem'd as he wi' time had warstl'd lang,
yet, teughly doure, he bade an unco bang.
new brig was buskit in a braw new coat,
that he, at lon'on, frae ane adams got;
in 's hand five taper staves as smooth 's a bead,
wi' virls and whirlygigums at the head.
the goth was stalking round with anxious search,
spying the time-worn flaws in every arch;
it chanc'd his new-come neibor took his e'e, ↑返回顶部↑
the tide-swoln firth, with sullen-sounding roar,
through the still night dash'd hoarse along the shore.
all else was hush'd as nature's closed e'e;
the silent moon shone high o'er tower and tree;
the chilly frost, beneath the silver beam,
crept, gently-crusting, o'er the glittering stream—
when, lo! on either hand the list'ning bard,
the clanging sugh of whistling wings is heard;
two dusky forms dart through the midnight air;
swift as the gos drives on the wheeling hare;
ane on th' auld brig his airy shape uprears,
the other flutters o'er the rising piers:
our warlock rhymer instantly dexcried
the sprites that owre the brigs of ayr preside.
(that bards are second-sighted is nae joke,
and ken the lingo of the sp'ritual folk;
fays, spunkies, kelpies, a', they can explain them,
and even the very deils they brawly ken them).
auld brig appear'd of ancient pictish race,
the very wrinkles gothic in his face;
he seem'd as he wi' time had warstl'd lang,
yet, teughly doure, he bade an unco bang.
new brig was buskit in a braw new coat,
that he, at lon'on, frae ane adams got;
in 's hand five taper staves as smooth 's a bead,
wi' virls and whirlygigums at the head.
the goth was stalking round with anxious search,
spying the time-worn flaws in every arch;
it chanc'd his new-come neibor took his e'e, ↑返回顶部↑