 | Robert Burns - 1786 - 294 страница
...lave, An' never mifs't ! Thy wee-bit houfie, too, in ruin ! It's filly wa's the win's are ftrewin ! An' naething, now, to big a new ane, O' foggage green ! An' bleak December's winds enfuin, Baith fnell an' keen ! Thou faw the fields laid bare an' waft, An' weary Winter comin faft,... | |
 | 1809 - 530 страница
...tenderness of the delineation. ' Thy wee bit housie, too, in ruin ! Its silly wa's the wins are strewin ! An' naething, now, to big a new ane, O' foggage green ! An' bleak December's winds ensuin, Baith snell and keen ! ' Thou saw the fields laid bare an' waste, An' weary winter comin fast, An' cozie here beneatli... | |
 | Robert Burns, Thomas Park - 1808 - 330 страница
...green! An' bleak December's winds ensuin, Baith snell and keen ! Thou saw the fields laid bare an' waste, An' weary winter comin fast, An' cozie here,...thought to dwell, Till crash ! the cruel coulter past Out lhro' thy cell. That wee bit heap o' leaves an' stibble, Has cost thee mony a weary nibble ! Now... | |
 | 1809 - 530 страница
...tenderness of the delineation. ' Thy wee bit housie, too, in ruin! Its silly wa's the wins are strewm ! An' naething, now, to big a new ane, O' foggage green! An' bleak December's winds ensuin, Baith snell and ktxu ! ; ' Thou saw the fields laid bare an' waste, An' weary winter comin fast, An' cozie here... | |
 | British poets - 1809 - 526 страница
...the lave, And never miss'U Thy wee bit housie, too, in ruin ! Its silly wa's the wins are strewin! An' naething, now, to big a new ane, O* foggage green ! An' bleak December's winds ensuin, Baith suell and keen t Thou saw the fields laid bare an' waste, An' weary winter comin fast, An' coaie here,... | |
 | Robert Burns - 1811 - 500 страница
...green ! An' bleak December's win's ensuin, Baith snell and keen ! Thou saw the fields laid bare an waste, An' weary winter comin fast, An' cozie here,...thought to dwell, Till crash ! the cruel coulter past Out thro' thy cell. That wee bit heap o' leaves and stibble I Has cost thee mony a weary nibble ! Now... | |
 | Robert Burns - 1814 - 306 страница
...foggage green ! An' bleak December's winds eosuin, Baith snell an' keen ! Thou saw the fields laid hare and waste, An' weary winter comin fast, An' cozie...thought to dwell, Till, crash ! the cruel coulter past .- Out thro' thy cell. That wee hit heap o' leaves an' stibble, Hast cost thee monie a weary nibble... | |
 | Robert Burns - 1816 - 406 страница
...green ! An' bleak December's winds ensuin, Baith snell and keen ! Thou saw the fields laid bare an' waste, An' weary winter comin fast, An' cozie here,...beneath the blast, Thou thought to dwell, Till crash 1 the cruel coulter past Out thro' thy cell. That wee bit heap o' leaves an' stibble, Has cost thee... | |
 | Elegant extracts - 1816 - 490 страница
...wind ensuing, Baith snell and keen ! Thou saw the field laid bare and waste, An* weary winter coming fast, An* cozie here, beneath the blast, Thou thought to dwell, Till, crash ! the cruel coulter past, Out thro' thy cell. That wee bit heap o'leaves an' stibble ! Has cost thee monie a weary nibble! Now... | |
 | Robert Burns - 1820 - 470 страница
...the lave, And never miss't! Thy wee bit housie, too, in ruin ! Its'silly \va's the wins are strewin ! An' naething, now, to big a new ane, O' foggage green ! An' bleak December's winds ensuin, Baith siu-ll and keen ! Thou saw the fields laid bare an' waste, An' weary winter comin fast, An' cozie here,... | |
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An' cozie here, beneath the blast, Thou thought to dwell, Till crash ! the cruel coulter past, Out thro' thy cell. That wee bit heap o 
