 with the poet's soul quivering at the throb of pain. "Still them art blest, compared wi' me, The present only toucheth thee; But och! I backward cast my e'e On prospects drear! An' forward, tho' I canna see, I guess and fear." Here in the midst of the...  An Introduction to English Literature - Stran 448avtor: Henry Spackman Pancoast - 1907 - 656 straniCelotni ogled - O knjigi
 | 1804 - 260 strani
...aft 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 ! I backward cast my e'e, On prospects drear! Au' forward, tho' I canna see, I guess an' fear! RICHARD AND KATE ; OR, FAIR-DAY. A SUFFOLK BALLAD.... | |
 | Robert Burns - 1806 - 468 strani
...a-gly, An' lea'e us nought but grief and pain, For promis'd joy. Still thou art blest, compar'd wi' mei 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, zvheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of... | |
 | 1809 - 488 strani
...aft a-gly, An' lea'e us nought but grief and pain, For promis'd joy. Still thou art blest, corapar'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 dawn with the Plough in April, 1786. WEE, modest, crimson-tipped... | |
 | Robert Burns - 1811 - 510 strani
...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 ! I backward cast my e'e, On prospects drear 1 An' forward, tho' I canna see, I guess an' fear ! WINTER NIGHT. " Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er... | |
 | 1812 - 140 strani
...aft 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 1 fear." THE first stanza of The Winter Night is perhaps the finest... | |
 | Robert Burns - 1813 - 444 strani
...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. A WINTER WINTER NIGHT. Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of... | |
 | Robert Burns - 1814 - 306 strani
...a-gly, An' lea'e us nought but grief and pain For promis'd joy. Still thou art blest, compar'd wi 1 me ! The present only toucheth thee: But, och ! I backward cast my e'e, On prospects drear 1 An' forward, tho' I canna see, I guess an' fear. Far soi Dim-dark'ning thro' the flaky sh Or win... | |
 | Robert Burns - 1816 - 406 strani
...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!...cast my e'e On prospects drear! An' forward, tho' I.canna see, WINTER NIGHT. Poor nnlteH lerttcltet, a/ttretoe'er you an. That tide tJte pelting of thit... | |
 | Robert Burns - 1820 - 470 strani
...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, wheresoever you are, That bide the pelting of this pithless... | |
 | British poets - 1822 - 274 strani
...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, wberesoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless... | |
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