On The Death Of Robert Dundas, Esq., Of（2 / 2）
while subtle litigation's pliant tongue
the life-blood equal sucks of right and wrong:
hark, injur'd want recounts th' unlisten'd tale,
and much-wrong'd mis'ry pours the unpitied wail!
ye dark waste hills, ye brown unsightly plains,
congenial scenes, ye soothe my mournful strains:
ye tempests, rage! ye turbid torrents, roll!
ye suit the joyless tenor of my soul.
life's social haunts and pleasures i resign;
be nameless wilds and lonely wanderings mine,
to mourn the woes my country must endure—
that would degenerate ages cannot cure. ↑返回顶部↑
the life-blood equal sucks of right and wrong:
hark, injur'd want recounts th' unlisten'd tale,
and much-wrong'd mis'ry pours the unpitied wail!
ye dark waste hills, ye brown unsightly plains,
congenial scenes, ye soothe my mournful strains:
ye tempests, rage! ye turbid torrents, roll!
ye suit the joyless tenor of my soul.
life's social haunts and pleasures i resign;
be nameless wilds and lonely wanderings mine,
to mourn the woes my country must endure—
that would degenerate ages cannot cure. ↑返回顶部↑