 | English poetry - 1804 - 260 pages
...It's silly wa's the win's 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, beneath the blast Thou thought to dwell, Till... | |
 | Robert Burns - 1806 - 468 pages
...now, to big a new ane, O' foggage green! An' bleak December's winds ensuin, fiaith snell and keen I Thou saw the fields laid bare an' waste, An' weary...! the cruel coulter past Out thro' thy cell. That wee bit heap o' leaves an' stibble, Has cost thee mony a weary nibble ! Now thou's turn'd out, for... | |
 | English literature - 1809 - 530 pages
...! 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....the cruel coulter past Out thro' thy cell. ' That wee bit heap o' leaves an' stibble, Has cost thce niony a weary nibble'! Now thou's turn' d out, for... | |
 | Robert Burns - 1811 - 510 pages
...win's are strewin ! An' naething, now, to big a new ane, O' foggage green I An' bleak December's win's ensuin, Baith snell and keen ! Thou saw the fields...An' cozie here, beneath the blast, Thou thought to Till crash ! the cruel coulter past Out thro' thy cell. That wee bit heap o' leaves and stibble ! Has... | |
 | Robert Burns - 1813 - 444 pages
...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!...the cruel coulter past % Out thro' thy cell. That wee bit heap o' leaves an' stibble, Has cost thee mony a weary nibble! Now thou's turn'd out, for a'... | |
 | Robert Burns - Scotland - 1815 - 364 pages
...nue thing 1 , now, to big a new ane, O* foggage green! An' bleak December's winds ensuin, Baith anell and keen ! Thou saw the fields laid bare an' waste, An' weary winter cumin fast, An' cozie here, beneath the blast, Thou thought to dwell, 'Till crash.' the cruel coulter... | |
 | Robert Burns - 1816 - 406 pages
...blesiin wi' the lave, And never uiiss't! An' naething, now, to big a new ane, O' foggage green! An' bleak December's winds ensuin, Baith snell and keen...! the cruel coulter past Out thro' thy cell. That wee bit heap o' leaves an' stibble, Has cost thee raony a weary nibble! Now thou's turn'd out, for... | |
 | Robert Burns - Scotland - 1820 - 470 pages
...naething, now, to big a new ane, O' foggage green! An' bleak December's winds ensuin, Baith si11'11 and keen ! Thou saw the fields laid bare an' waste,...crash! the cruel coulter past Out thro' thy cell. That wee bit heap o' leaves an' stibble, Has cost thee mony a weary nibble! Now thou's turn'd out, for a'... | |
 | Ezekiel Sanford, Robert Walsh - English poetry - 1822 - 418 pages
...! 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...crash! the cruel coulter past Out thro' thy cell. That wee bit heap o' leaves an' stibble, Has cost thee mony a weary nibble ! Now thou's turn'd out, for... | |
 | British poets - 1822 - 274 pages
...strewin! An' naething, now, to big a new ane, O' foggage green! An' bleak December's winds ensuin, Thou saw the fields laid bare an' waste, An' weary...thought to dwell, Till crash! the cruel coulter past, Out-thro' thy cell. That wee bit heap o' leaves an' stibble, Has cost thee mony a weary nibble! Now... | |
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O' foggage green! And 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, the cruel coulter past Out thro' thy... 
