Verses On The Destruction Of The Woods N(2 / 2)

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  its leafy bield for ever gane,
  and scarce a stinted birk is left
  to shiver in the blast its lane.”
  “alas!” h i, “what ruefu' chance
  has twin'd ye o' your stately trees?
  has laid your rocky bosom bare—
  has stripped the cleeding o' your braes?
  was it the bitter eastern blast,
  that scatters blight in early spring?
  or was't the wil'fire scorch'd their boughs,
  or canker-worm wi' secret sting?”
  “nae eastlin blast,” the sprite replied;
  “it blaws na here sae fierce and fell,
  and on my dry and halesome banks
  nae canker-worms get leave to dwell:
  man! cruel man!” the genius sighed—
  as through the cliffs he sank him down—
  “the worm that gnaw'd my bonie trees,
  that reptile wears a ducal crown.” ↑返回顶部↑

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