 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  A First Book in English Literature - 304. lappuseautors: Henry Spackman Pancoast, Percy Van Dyke Shelly - 1910 - 497 lapasPilnskats - Par šo grāmatu
 | Robert Burns - 1806 - 446 lapas
...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... | |
 | Robert Burns, Thomas Park - 1808 - 330 lapas
...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... | |
 | British poets - 1809 - 526 lapas
...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... | |
 | Robert Burns - 1811 - 500 lapas
...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... | |
 | George Gleig - 1812 - 142 lapas
...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... | |
 | Robert Burns - 1813 - 444 lapas
...Still thou art blest, compar'd wi' me ! The present only toueheth thee : But, Och ! I backward ca§t my e'e On prospects drear ! An' forward, tho' I canna see, I guess an' fear. A WINTER WINTER NIGHT. Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of... | |
 | Robert Burns - 1816 - 406 lapas
...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 - 1816 - 490 lapas
...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,... | |
 | Robert Burns - 1820 - 458 lapas
...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... | |
 | British poets - 1822 - 274 lapas
...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... | |
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