| John Bull - 1825 - 782 str.
...on the lang Scots miles, The mosses, wateis, slaps, and styles, That lie between us ana our trame, Whare sits our sulky sullen dame, Gathering her brows...gathering storm, Nursing her wrath to keep it warm. 'liii- truth fand honest Tarn o' Shanter, As he frae Ayr ae night did canter (Auld Ayr, wham ne'er... | |
| Robert Burns, Alfred Howard - 1826 - 226 str.
...getting fou and unco happy, We thinkna on the lang Scots miles, The mosses, waters, slaps, and styles, That lie between us and our hame, Whare sits our sulky...her 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... | |
| Richard Ryan - 1826 - 328 str.
...dissipation of her help-mate ; and often, when Tam " Was gettin' fu' and unco happy," she sat at home, " Gathering her brows like gathering storm, Nursing her wrath to keep It warm." VOL. I. M She, like too many in that district at that time, was very superstitious. Thomas took her... | |
| Richard Ryan - 1826 - 320 str.
...dissipation of her help-mate; and often, when Tarn " Was gettin' fu' and unco happy," she sat at home, " Gathering her brows like gathering storm, Nursing her wrath to keep it warm." VOL. I. M She, like too many in that district at that time,, was very superstitious. Thomas took her... | |
| Robert Burns - 1826 - 288 str.
...CVhare sits our-sulky, sullen dame, VOL. II.— B Cath'ring her brows like gath'ring storm, Nureing her wrath to keep it warm. This truth fand honest Tarn o' Shunter, As he, fiae Ayr, ae night did cunter, (Auld Ayr\\'\vAm ne'er a town surpasses, For honest... | |
| 1829 - 832 str.
...gettin fou and unco happy, We think na on the lang Scots' miles. The mosses, waters, slaps, and styles, That lie between us and our hame, Whare sits our sulky...gathering storm, Nursing her wrath to keep it warm." Why, the two passages, prose and verse, represent exactly the two different ways in which a sensible... | |
| Robert Burns - 1830 - 50 str.
...getting fou and unco happy, We thinkna on the lang Scots miles, The mosses, waters, slaps, and styles, That lie between us and our hame, Whare sits our sulky sullen dame, H Gathering her brows like gathering storm, Nursing her wrath to keep it warm. This truth fand honest... | |
| Robert Burns - 1831 - 484 str.
...lang Scots miles, The mosses, waters, slaps, and stiles, That lie between us and our liame, \Vharcsits our sulky sullen dame. Gathering her brows like gathering storm, Nursing her wrath to keep it warm. Tliis truth fand honest Tom o' Sltanlar, A» ho frae Ayr, ae night did canter, (Auld Ayr whom ne'er... | |
| 1831 - 426 str.
...pcttin' fou and u".^o happy, We think na on the lang Scots" miles, The mosses, waters, slat*, and stiles, That lie between us and our hame, Whare sits our sulky sullen dame, Catherine her brows like gathering storm Nursing her wrath to keep it warm. This truth fand honest... | |
| 1831 - 472 str.
...dissipation of her helpmate ; and often, when Tarn " Was gettin1 fu1 and unco happy," she sat at home, " Gathering her brows like gathering storm, Nursing her wrath to keep it warm." She, like too many in that district at that time, was very superstitious. Thomas took her by the weak... | |
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