 An' getting 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, sullen dame, Gathering her brows like gathering storm, Nursing her wrath to keep it warm....  Robert Burns: A Memoir - Page 52by James White - 1859 - 100 pagesFull view - About this book
 | Carl R. Woodring, James Shapiro - Literary Criticism - 1995 - 936 pages
...between us and our hame, Whare sits our sulky, sullen dame, 10 Gathering her brows like gathering storm, Nursing her wrath to keep it warm. This truth fand honest Tam o' Shantcr, As he frae Ayr ae night did canter: (Auld Ayr, wham ne'er a town surpasses, For honest men... | |
 | Jeremy J. Smith - English language - 1996 - 194 pages
...therefore be taken as exemplification of the points just made. The following passages might be compared: This truth fand honest Tam O 'Shanter As he frae Ayr...a town surpasses For honest men and bonny lasses) (Kinsley 1968:443) lines 59-66: But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flow'r, its bloom... | |
 | Murray Pittock - Literary Criticism - 2008 - 306 pages
...sententious, fey, and picturesque, and sometimes that which still expresses loyalty to a community ('Auld Ayr, wham ne'er a town surpasses, For honest men and bonny lasses' (11. 15-16)). The moral coda to the tale he tells depends on the loss of the 'tail' with an T, and... | |
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