 | British poets - 1822 - 274 стор.
...now, to big a new ane, O' foggage green ! An' bleak December's winds ensuin, JJuit.li snell an' keen ! Thou saw the fields laid bare an' waste, An' weary...blast, Thou thought to dwell, Till crash ! the cruel eoutter past, Out-thro' thy cell. That wee bit heap o' leaves an' stibble, Has cost thee mony a weary... | |
 | Robert Burns - 1824 - 292 стор.
...now, to big a new ane, O' foggage green ! An' bleak December's winds ensuin, Baith snell an' keen ! 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... | |
 | British anthology - 1825 - 464 стор.
...now, to big a new ane O' foggage green ! An' bleak December's winds ensuin, Baith snell an' keen ! Thou saw the fields laid bare an' waste, An' weary...to dwell, Till, crash ! the cruel coulter past Out -through thy cell. That wee bit heap o' leaves an' stibble Has cost thee mony a weary nibble ! Now... | |
 | Robert Burns - 1826 - 272 стор.
...strewin ; An' naelhing, now, to big a new ane, O' foggage green ; AJl' bleak December win's ensuin, Thou saw the fields laid bare an' waste. An' weary...That wee bit heap o' leaves an' stibble, Has cost thee monie a weary nibble! Now thou'st turn'd out, for a' thy trouble But house or hald, To thole the... | |
 | Robert Burns, Alfred Howard - 1826 - 226 стор.
...now, to big a new ane, O' foggage green ! An' bleak December's winds ensuin, Baith snell an' keen ! 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... | |
 | George Barrell Cheever - 1830 - 516 стор.
...now, to big a new ane, O' foggage green ! An' bleak December's winds ensuin, Baith sncll"' and keen ! Thou saw the fields laid bare an' waste, An' weary...That wee bit heap o' leaves an' stibble, Has cost thee mony a weary nibble ! Now thou 'B turn'd out, for a' thy trouble, But house or hald, To thole... | |
 | 1831 - 426 стор.
...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...to dwell, Till crash ! the cruel coulter past Out through thy cell. That wee bit heap o' leaves an' stibble. Has cost thee monie a weary nibble ! Now... | |
 | Robert Burns - 1831 - 484 стор.
...now, to big a new ane, O' foggage green ! An' bleak December's winds ensuin, Baith smell and keen ! Thou saw the fields laid bare an' waste, An' weary winter comin fast, An" cozie hero, beneath the blast, Thou thought to dwell, Till crash ! the cruel coulter past Out thro' thy cell.... | |
 | Robert Burns, Allan Cunningham - 1834 - 370 стор.
...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...That wee bit heap o' leaves an' stibble, Has cost thee mony a weary nibble ! Now thou's turn'd out, for a' thy trouble, But house or hald, To thole the... | |
 | Robert Burns - 1834 - 206 стор.
...naething, now, to big a new one, O' foggage green ; An' bleak December win's ensuin, Baith enell and keen ! Thou saw the fields laid bare an* waste, An* weary...thought to dwell, Till, crash ! the cruel coulter part Out thro' thy cell. That wee bit heap o1 leaves an' stibble, Has cost thee monie a weary nibble... | |
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An' weary winter comin' fast, An' cozie here, beneath the blast, Thou thought to dwell, 'Till, crash ! the cruel coulter past Out thro' thy cell. That wee bit heap o... 
