Lament For James, Earl Of Glencairn（2 / 3）
nae simmer sun exalt my bloom;
but i maun lie before the storm,
and ithers plant them in my room.
“i've seen sae mony changefu' years,
on earth i am a stranger grown:
i wander in the ways of men,
alike unknowing, and unknown:
unheard, unpitied, unreliev'd,
i bear alane my lade o' care,
for silent, low, on beds of dust,
lie a'
hat would my sorrows share.
“and last, (the sum of a' my griefs!)
my noble master lies in clay;
the flow'r amang our barons bold,
his country's pride, his country's stay:
in weary being now i pine,
for a' the life of life is dead,
and hope has left may aged ken,
on forward wing for ever fled.
“awake thy last sad voice, my harp!
the voice of woe and wild despair!
awake, resound thy latest lay,
then sleep in silence evermair!
and thou, my last, best, only, friend,
that fillest an untimely tomb,
accept this tribute from the bard
thou brought from fortune's mirkest gloom.
“in poverty's low barren vale,
thick mists obscure involv'd me round; ↑返回顶部↑
but i maun lie before the storm,
and ithers plant them in my room.
“i've seen sae mony changefu' years,
on earth i am a stranger grown:
i wander in the ways of men,
alike unknowing, and unknown:
unheard, unpitied, unreliev'd,
i bear alane my lade o' care,
for silent, low, on beds of dust,
lie a'
hat would my sorrows share.
“and last, (the sum of a' my griefs!)
my noble master lies in clay;
the flow'r amang our barons bold,
his country's pride, his country's stay:
in weary being now i pine,
for a' the life of life is dead,
and hope has left may aged ken,
on forward wing for ever fled.
“awake thy last sad voice, my harp!
the voice of woe and wild despair!
awake, resound thy latest lay,
then sleep in silence evermair!
and thou, my last, best, only, friend,
that fillest an untimely tomb,
accept this tribute from the bard
thou brought from fortune's mirkest gloom.
“in poverty's low barren vale,
thick mists obscure involv'd me round; ↑返回顶部↑