 | Alfred Hix Welsh - 1880 - 182 страници
...schemes o' mice an' men Gang aft a-gley, An' lea'e us nought but grief and pain. For promised joy. Amidst the gloom of personal misery brooding over the wintry desolation without, how touchingly he adds : Still thou art blest compared wi' me ! The present only toucheth thee : But... | |
 | Robert Burns - 1881 - 326 страници
...swirl, Or through the mining outlet bocked, Down headlong hurl. List'ning the doors an' winnocks rattle, I thought me on the ourie cattle, Or silly sheep, wha bide this brattle O' winter war, And through the drift, deep-lairing, sprattle, Beneath a scar. Ilk happing bird,... | |
 | Winter pictures - 1882 - 200 страници
...Or through the mining outlet bocked, Down headlong hurl. Listening, the doors an' winnocks rattle, I thought me on the ourie cattle, Or silly sheep, wha bide this brattle O' winter war, And through the drift, deep-lairing, sprattle Beneath a scaur. A WINTER NIGHT.... | |
 | Garden - 1882 - 530 страници
...thousands, as speaking home to the hearts of all men : — " Listening, the doors an' winnocks rattle, I thought me on the ourie cattle, Or silly sheep, wha bide this brattle 0' winter war, And through the drift, deep-lairing sprattle Beneath a scar. " Ilk happing bird,... | |
 | Alfred Hix Welsh - 1882 - 1108 страници
...schemes o' mice an' men (Jang aft a-gley, An' lea'c us nought but grief tin' pain. For promised joy.' Amidst the gloom of personal misery brooding over the wintry desolation without, how touchingly he adds: 'Still thon art blest compared wl' me! The present only tonchcth tliec: But... | |
 | Thomas Carlyle - 1883 - 88 страници
...solitary curlew,' all are dear to him ; all live in this Earth along with him, and to all he is kuit as in mysterious brotherhood. How touching is it,...amidst the gloom of personal misery, brooding over tho wintry desolation without him and within him, he thinks of the 'ourie cattle' and 'silly sheep,'... | |
 | 1883 - 778 страници
...Winter Night, when, as he sits by his fireside, and hears the storm roaring without, he says — " I thought me on the ourie cattle, Or silly sheep, wha bide this brattle . CV wintry war. Or thro' the drift, deep-lairing, sprattle, Beneath a scaur. Ilk happing bird,... | |
 | Thomas Carlyle - 1884 - 516 страници
...plover," the " solitary curlew," all are dear to him ; all live in this Earth along with him, and to all he is knit as in mysterious brotherhood. How touching...sufferings in the pitiless storm ! " I thought me on the onrie .cattle, Or silly sheep, wha bido this brattle 0' wintry war, Or thro' the drift, deep-lairing,... | |
 | Robert Burns - 1885 - 364 страници
...swirl, Or through the mining outlet booked, Down headlong hurl. List'ning the doors and winnoeks rattle, I thought me on the ourie cattle, Or silly sheep, wha bide this brattle O' winter war, And through the drift, deep-lairing sprattlc, Beneath a scaur. Ilk happing bird,... | |
 | John Burroughs - 1886 - 306 страници
...huddled together on the lee side of a haystack in some remote field, all enveloped in mantles of white. " I thought me on the ourie cattle, Or silly sheep, wha bide this brattle O' wintry war, Or thro' the drift, deep-lairing sprattle, Beneath a scaur. " Ilk happing bird,... | |
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Ilk happing bird, wee helpless thing, That in the merry months o' spring Delighted me to hear thee sing, What comes o 
