On Scaring Some Water-Fowl In Loch-Turit(2 / 2)

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  only known to wand'ring swains,
  where the mossy riv'let strays,
  far from human haunts and ways;
  all on nature you depend,
  and life's poor season peaceful spend.
  or, if man's superior might
  dare invade your native right,
  on the lofty ether borne,
  man with all his pow'rs you scorn;
  swiftly seek, on clanging wings,
  other lakes and other springs;
  and the foe you cannot brave,
  scorn at least to be his slave. ↑返回顶部↑

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