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" An' cranreuch cauld ! But, Mousie, thou art no thy lane, In proving foresight may be vain : The best laid schemes o' mice an' men Gang aft a-gley, An' lea'e us nought but grief an "
New Monthly Magazine, and Universal Register - Sivu 170
1867
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The Works of Robert Burns: Poems formerly published, with some additions ...

Robert Burns - 1806 - 446 sivua
...aft a-gly, An' lea'e us nought but grief and pain, For promis'd joy. Still thou art blest, compar'd wi' me ! The present only toucheth thee : But, Och...prospects drear ! An' forward, tho' I canna see, I gue ss an' fear. A WINTER WINTER NIGHT. Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting...

The Poetical Works of Robert Burns: Collated with the Best Editions, Niteet 1–2

Robert Burns, Thomas Park - 1808 - 330 sivua
...nought but grief and pain, For promis'd joy. Still thou art blest, compar'd wi' me ! The present ouly toucheth thee : But, och ! I backward cast my e'e, On prospects drear I .An' forward, tho' I canna see, A WINTER NIGHT. roor naked wretches, wneresoe'er you are. That bide...

Specimens of the British poets, Nide 2

British poets - 1809 - 526 sivua
...aft a-gly, An' lea'e us nought but grief and pain, For promis'd joy. Still thou art blest, compar'd wi' me! The present only toucheth thee : But, och...prospects drear! An' forward, tho' I canna see, I guess an' fear. TO A MOUNTAIN DAISY, On turning one down with the Plough in April, 1786* WEE, modest, crimson-tipped...

Poems, Nide 1

Robert Burns - 1811 - 500 sivua
...aft a-gley, An' lea'e us nought but grief and pain, For promis'd joy, Still thou art blest, compar'd wi' me ! The present only toucheth thee : But, Och...prospects drear ! An' forward, tho' I canna see, I guess an' fear ! WINTER NIGHT. " Poor naked wretches, whercsoe'cr yon arc, '• That bide the pelting of...

A Critique on the Poems of Robert Burns

George Gleig - 1812 - 142 sivua
...a-gley, An' lea'e us nought but grief an' pain, For promis'd joy. '.' Still thou art blest compar'd wi' me ! The present only toucheth thee ; But, och...backward cast my e'e On prospects drear ! An' forward, though I canna see, I guess an'jfear." THE first stanza of The Winter Night is perhaps the finest description...

The works of Robert Burns; with an account of his life ..., Numero 672,Nide 3

Robert Burns - 1816 - 406 sivua
...grief and pain, For promis'd joy. Still thou art blest, compar'd wi' me! The present only toueheth thee : But, och ! I backward cast my e'e On prospects drear ! An' forward, tho' I.canna see, I guess an'Jear. WINTER NIGHT. Poor nakeH wretchei, vfiercioe'er you an. That tide tItc...

Elegant extracts in poetry, Nide 2

Elegant extracts - 1816 - 490 sivua
...grief an' pain For prom is'd joy ! Still thuu art blest, conipar'd wi' me ! The present only touchelh thee: But, och ! I backward cast my e'e On prospects drear ! An' forward, though I canna see, 1 guess an' fear. § l6g. Ti, a Mountain Daisy, on turning one down with the Plough,...

The Works of Robert Burns;: Poems formerly published, with some additions

Robert Burns - 1820 - 458 sivua
...a-gley, An' lea'e us nought but grief and pain. For promis'd joy. Still thou art blest, compar'd wi' me I The present only toucheth thee : But, Och ! I backward...prospects drear ! An' forward, tho' I canna see, I guess an' fear. A WINTER WINTER NIGHT. Poor naked wretches, wheresoever you are, That bide the pelting of...

The British Poets: Including Translations ...

British poets - 1822 - 274 sivua
...aft a-gley, An' lea'e us nought but grief and pain, For promis'd joy. Still thou art blest, compar'd wi' me! The present only toucheth thee : But, och!...prospects drear! An' forward, tho' I canna see, I guess an' fear. A WINTER NIGHT. Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That hide the pelting of this pitiless...

The Works of the British Poets: With Lives of the Authors, Nide 38

Ezekiel Sanford, Robert Walsh - 1822 - 418 sivua
...may be vain : The best laid schemes o' mice an' men Gang aft a-gly, Still thou art blest, compar'd wi' me ! The present only toucheth thee ; But, Och...On prospects drear ! An' forward, tho' I canna see, an' fear. A WINTER WIGHT. Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you arc, That hide the pelting of this pityless...




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