The Brigs Of Ayr（5 / 9）
when from the hills where springs the brawling coil,
or stately lugar's mossy fountains boil;
or where the greenock winds his moorland course.
or haunted garpal draws his feeble source,
aroused by blustering winds an' spotting thowes,
in mony a torrent down the snaw-broo rowes;
while crashing ice, borne on the rolling spate,
sweeps dams, an' mills, an' brigs, a' to the gate;
and from glenbuck, down to the ratton-key,
auld ayr is just one lengthen'd, tumbling sea—
then down ye'll hurl, (deil nor ye never rise!)
and dash the gumlie jaups up to the pouring skies!
a lesson sadly teaching, to your cost,
that architecture's noble art is lost!”
new brig
“fine architecture, trowth, i needs must say't o't,
the lord be thankit that we've tint the gate o't!
gaunt, ghastly, ghaist-alluring edifices,
hanging with threat'ning jut, like precipices;
o'er-arching, mouldy, gloom-inspiring coves,
supporting roofs, fantastic, stony groves;
windows and doors in nameless sculptures drest
with order, symmetry, or taste unblest;
forms like some bedlam statuary's dream,
the craz'd creations of misguided whim;
forms might be worshipp'd on the bended knee,
and still the second dread command be free;
their likeness is not found on earth, in air, or sea!
mansions that would disgrace the building taste
of any mason reptile, bird or beast: ↑返回顶部↑
or stately lugar's mossy fountains boil;
or where the greenock winds his moorland course.
or haunted garpal draws his feeble source,
aroused by blustering winds an' spotting thowes,
in mony a torrent down the snaw-broo rowes;
while crashing ice, borne on the rolling spate,
sweeps dams, an' mills, an' brigs, a' to the gate;
and from glenbuck, down to the ratton-key,
auld ayr is just one lengthen'd, tumbling sea—
then down ye'll hurl, (deil nor ye never rise!)
and dash the gumlie jaups up to the pouring skies!
a lesson sadly teaching, to your cost,
that architecture's noble art is lost!”
new brig
“fine architecture, trowth, i needs must say't o't,
the lord be thankit that we've tint the gate o't!
gaunt, ghastly, ghaist-alluring edifices,
hanging with threat'ning jut, like precipices;
o'er-arching, mouldy, gloom-inspiring coves,
supporting roofs, fantastic, stony groves;
windows and doors in nameless sculptures drest
with order, symmetry, or taste unblest;
forms like some bedlam statuary's dream,
the craz'd creations of misguided whim;
forms might be worshipp'd on the bended knee,
and still the second dread command be free;
their likeness is not found on earth, in air, or sea!
mansions that would disgrace the building taste
of any mason reptile, bird or beast: ↑返回顶部↑