 | Robert Burns - 1864 - 380 стор.
...ensuin', Baith suell and keen ! Thou saw the fields laid bare and waste, And weary winter comin' fast, And cozie here, beneath the blast, Thou thought to dwell, Till, crash ! the cruel coulter passed Out through thy cell. That wee bit heap o' leaves and stibble, Has cost thee mony a weary nibble... | |
 | Lord Francis Jeffrey Jeffrey - 1864 - 784 стор.
...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' coiie here beneath the blast, Thou thought to dwell, 'Till crash! the cruel coulter post Out thro'... | |
 | Robert Burns, Alexander Smith - 1865 - 470 стор.
...now, to big a new ane, O' fcggage green ! An' bleak December's winds ensuin, Baith snell an' 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 - 1866 - 356 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...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... | |
 | Frances Martin - 1866 - 506 стор.
...to big a new ane,1 O' foggage2 green ! An' bleak December's win's ensuin', Baith snell3 and keen ! Thou saw the fields laid bare an' waste, An' weary winter comin' fast, An' cozie 4 here, beneath the blast, Thou thought to dwell, Till, crash ! the cruel coulter past Out thro' thy... | |
 | Roses - 1867 - 172 стор.
...ensuin', Baith snell and keen ! Thou saw the fields laid bare and waste, And weary winter comin' fast And cozie here, beneath the blast, Thou thought to dwell, Till, crash ! the cruel coulter past Out through thy cell. That wee bit heap o' leaves and stibble Has cost thee mony a weary nibble ! Now thou... | |
 | REV. CHARLES BULLOCK - 1867 - 728 стор.
...to big || a new ane, A' fogpage green ! An' bleak December's win's ensuin', Baith snelll and keen. Thou saw the fields laid bare an' waste, An' weary winter comin' fast, An* cozic here, beneath the blast, Thou thought's to dwell, Till, crash ! the cruel coulter paas'd Out... | |
 | Thomas Crampton - 1868 - 136 стор.
...green! An' bleak December's winds ensuin', Baith snell and keen ! Thou saw the fields laid bare and waste, An' weary winter comin' fast, An' cozie here,...thought to dwell ; Till, crash ! the cruel coulter passt Out thro' thy cell. That wee bit heap o' leaves an' stibble Has cost thee mony a weary nibble... | |
 | Robert Burns - 1868 - 312 стор.
...Baith smell and keen I Thou saw the fields laid bare an' waste, An' weary winter comln' fast, An'cozie here, beneath the blast, Thou thought to dwell, Till...the cruel coulter past Out thro' thy cell. That wee hit heap o' leaves an' stibblc, Has cost thee mony a weary nibble! Now thou's turn'd out, for a' thy... | |
 | Woodland - 1868 - 186 стор.
...Baith snell ** and keen ! Thou saw the fields laid bare and waste, And weary winter comin' fast, And cozie here beneath the blast, Thou thought to dwell, Till, crash ! the cruel coulter past Out through thy cell. * Hurrying ran. f Pattle or pettlo, thc plough-spade. J Sometimes. § An car of corn... | |
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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... 
