...winter days, he bewails the dumb creature's loss, closing his tender lines with the mournful words — " Still thou art blest compared wi' me ! The present only toucheth thee ; But, och ! I backward cast my e'e On prospects drear, And forward, though I canna see, I guess and fear ! "...

...the winter's sleety dribble, And cranreuch cauld ! " But, mousie, thou art no thy lane ; Improving foresight may be vain ; The best-laid schemes o' mice and men Gang aft a-gley, And lea'e us nought but grief and pain For promised joy. " Still thou art blest, compared wi' me 1...

...for a' thy trouble, But house or bald, To thole the winter's sleety dribble, An' cranreuch cauld ! $ <@ ~2 an' men Gang aft a-gley, An' lea'e us naught but grief and pain, For promised joy. Still thou art blest,...

...out, for a' thy trouble, But house or hald, To thole the winter's sleety dribble And cranreuch cauld ? But Mousie, thou art no thy lane In proving foresight may be vain : The best laid schemes o' mice and men Gang aft a-gley, And lea'e us nought but grief and pain, For promised...

...trouble, But house or hauld. To tholej the winter's sleciy dribbla An' cranreuch; cauld ! " But, monsie, thou art no thy lane, In proving foresight may be vain ; The b*jat~laid schemes o' mice and men Gang aft a-gley,|| An' lea'e us nought but grief in' pain For promis'd...

...boys, and even sang part of Burns's lines to the Mouse, whose nest was turned up by his plough : — " But, mousie, thou art no thy lane,* In proving foresight may be vain: The best laid schemes o' mice and men Gang aft a-gley,t And leave us nought but giief and pain For promised...

...without disturbance from the subjective terrors of dissolution. Burns addresses a mouse thus : — "Still, thou art blest, compared wi' me ! The present only toucheth thee: But och ! I backward cast my e'e, On prospects drear ! An' forward, tho' I canna see, I guess an' fear ! "...

...In the unprosperous farm Burns was thinking of emigration from his native land when he wrote — ** But, Mousie, thou art no thy lane, In proving foresight may be vain ; The best laid schemes of mice and men Gang oft agley. And leave us nought but grief and pain For promised...

...without disturbance from the subjective terrors of dissolution. Burns addresses a mouse thus : — "Still, thou art blest, compared wi' me ! The present only toucheth thee : But och! I backward cast my e'e, On prospects drear ! An' forward, tbo' I canna see, I guess an' fear!" Man...

...content to talk down to the trembling creature he has disturbed. He raises her up to his own stature: But, Mousie, thou art no thy lane, In proving foresight may be vain; The best-laid schemes o' Mice an' Men Gang aft agley, An' lea'e us nocht but grief and pain. For promis'd joy. His gentle mockery...