Elegy On The Death Of Robert Ruisseaux（1 / 1）

elegy on the death of robert ruisseaux 注释标题 ruisseaux is french for rivulets or “burns,” a translation of his name.

now robin lies in his last lair,

he'll gabble rhyme, nor sing nae mair;

cauld poverty, wi' hungry stare,

nae mair shall fear him;

nor anxious fear, nor cankert care,

e'er mair come near him.

to tell the truth, they seldom fash'd him,

except the moment that they crush'd him;

for sune as chance or fate had hush'd 'em

tho' e'er sae short.

then wi' a rhyme or sang he lash'd 'em,

and thought it sport.

tho'he was bred to kintra-wark,

and counted was baith wight and stark,

yet that was never robin's mark

to mak a man;

but tell him, he was learn'd and clark,

ye roos'd him then!