 | Robert Burns - 1849 - 906 pàgines
...tang Scots miles, The monea, waters, slaps and stiles, That lie between us and our h л me, Whare tits our sulky sullen dame, Gathering her brows like gathering...storm, Nursing her wrath to keep it warm. This truth fiuid honest Тат о' S/iantcr, As be frae Ayr ae night did cmter, ( Auld Луг, wham ne'er a town... | |
 | John Aikin - 1850 - 764 pàgines
...the lang Scots miles, The mosses, waters, slaps, and stiles, That lie between us and our hame, Whare Q ˀ D, Tarn O'Shanter, As he frae Ayr ae night did canter, (Auld Ayr, whom ne'er a town surpasses, For honest... | |
 | Charles Delucena Meigs - 1851 - 734 pàgines
...electrified thunder cloud, requires but the point to draw the flash. She sits, like Tarn O'Shanter's wife, " Gathering her brows, like gathering storm, Nursing her wrath to keep it warm;" when, suddenly and unexpectedly, some word, sign, or gesture, or the failure of some word, sign, or... | |
 | Oskar Ludwig Bernhard Wolff - 1852 - 438 pàgines
...the lang Scots' miles, The mosses, waters, slaps, and styles, That lie between us and our hame, Whare sits our sulky sullen dame, Gathering her brows like...Shanter, As he frae Ayr, ae night did canter, (Auld Ayr whom ne'er a town surpasses, For honest men and bonny lasses.) 0 Tam! had'st thou but been sae wise,... | |
 | John Aikin - 1852 - 792 pàgines
...the lang Scots miles, The mosses, waters, slaps, and stiles, That lie between us and our name, Whare afe to tranquillize This breast perturb'd ; thy voice, Tarn O'Shanter, As he frae Ayr ae night did canter, (Auld Ayr, whom ne'er a town surpasses, For honest... | |
 | James Anthony Froude, John Tulloch - 1852 - 814 pàgines
...and, ou the 3rd of September, Mr. Gosse found an egg new to him, in the secluded woods of Auld Ayr. Auld Ayr, wham ne'er a town surpasses For honest men and bonny lasses. This egg proved to be the cradle of Typhlops lumbricalis. I was out shooting (writes our sporting naturalist)... | |
 | Robert Burns - 1854 - 520 pàgines
...the lang Scots miles, The mosses, waters, slaps, and styles, That lie between us and our hame, Whare sits our sulky, sullen dame, Gathering her brows,...wrath to keep it warm. This truth fand honest Tam O'Shanter, As he, frae Ayr, ae night did canter, (Auld Ayr, wham ne'er a town surpasses, For honest... | |
 | Charles Delucena Meigs - 1854 - 710 pàgines
...electrified thundercloud, requires hut the point to draw the flash. She sits, like Tarn O'Shanter's wife, " Gathering her brows, like gathering storm, Nursing her wrath to keep it warm ;" •when, suddenly and unexpectedly, some word, sign, or gesture, or the want of some word, sign,... | |
 | Robert Burns - 1855 - 562 pàgines
...the lang Scots miles, The mosses, waters, slaps, and stiles, That lie between us and our hame, Where sits our sulky sullen dame, Gathering her brows like...her wrath to keep it warm. This truth fand honest Tarn 0' Shanter, As he frae Ayr ae night did canter, (Auld Ayr, wham ne'er a town surpasses, For honest... | |
 | Robert Burns - 1856 - 746 pàgines
...the lang Scots miles, The mosses, waters, slaps, and stiles, That lie between us and our hanic, Where sits our sulky sullen dame, Gathering her brows like...her wrath to keep it warm. This truth fand honest Tarn o' Shanter, As he frae Ayr ae night did canter, (Auld Ayr, wham ne'er a town surpasses For honest... | |
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