 | Half hours - 1856 - 358 pages
...Hoping the morn in ease and rest to spend, And weary, o'er the moor, his course does hameward tend. At length his lonely cot appears in view, Beneath...toddlin, stacher * through To meet their Dad, wi' fliehteriu t noise an' glee. His wee bit ingle J, blinkin' bonnily, His clean hearth-stane, his thriftie... | |
 | Joseph Gaer - California - 1850 - 50 pages
...toil will yet half forget the labors of the day in the greetings of his home. "At length his lovely cot appears in view, Beneath the shelter of an aged tree ; Th' expectant wee things, foddlin' stacher thro' To meet their dad wi ' f lichterin' noise an' glee. His v/ee bit... | |
 | Brian Maidment - Art - 2001 - 212 pages
...spades, his mattocks and his hoes, Hoping the morn in ease and rest to spend, And weary, o'er the muir, his course does hameward bend. At length his Lonely...shelter of an aged tree; Th' expectant wee-things, toddlan', stacher thro' To meet their Dad, wi' flicterin noise and glee. His wee-bit ingle, blinkin... | |
 | Xiaoming Chen - China - 2008 - 170 pages
...world" and "Britain's Tao Yuanming," whose "description of peasants' life" very much touches his heart: At length his lonely cot appears in view, Beneath the shelter of an aged tree; Th'expectant wee things, toddlin'stacher through, To meet their dad, wi'flichterin noise and glee,... | |
 | James R. Simmons, Jr - Biography & Autobiography - 2007 - 500 pages
...following beautiful description of a cottager's Saturday night, by Burns:—1 "At length his lonely cot2 appears in view, Beneath the shelter of an aged tree; Th' expectant wee-things, toddlin, stacher3 through To meet their Dad, wi' flichterin4 noise and glee. 1 beautiful description ... by... | |
 | 532 pages
...the literature of the world, is a description of the poor cotter going from his labor to his home : " At length his lonely cot appears in view, Beneath the shelter of an agbd tree ; Th' expectant wee-things, toddlin', stacher through To meet their Dad, wi' flichterin'... | |
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The black'ning trains o' craws to their repose : The toil-worn cotter frae his labour goes, This night his weekly moil is at an end, Collects his spades, his mattocks, and his hoes, Hoping the morn in ease and rest to spend, And weary o'er the moor, his... 
