部份节录 With slaught'ring guns th' unweary'd fowler roves, [125] When frosts have whiten'd all the naked groves; Where doves in flocks the leafless trees o'ershade, And lonely woodcocks haunt the wat'ry glade. He lifts the tube, and levels with his eye; Strait a short thunder breaks the frozen sky: [130] Oft', as in airy rings they skim the heath, The clam'rous lapwings feel the leaden death: Oft', as the mounting larks their notes prepare, They fall, and leave their little lives in air. 手持猎杀的鸟枪,对此不疲的猎人环顾四方 当每片枝条裸露的树林都染上了白霜 此处有鸽集聚,有无叶的群木稍可掩蔽 有山鹬寂寥的出没於林间松软的隙地 他抬高枪管,凝眼瞄准对象 瞬间一声短促的爆晌,冷凝的天被打散 常常,当他们以轻快的脚步声掠过石南荒原 那些喧嚷的鸟头麦鸡便遭受到阴郁的死难 常常,当那些警戒的云雀还准备发出警告声响 就被枪打落,只留下牠们的小生命在空中飘散 --

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