Books > Old Books > The Golden Treasury (1932)


Page 144

BOOK THIRD
144 TO A MOUSE

On turning her up in her nest with the plough,
November 1785.

Wee, sleekit, cow'rin', tim'rous beastie,
O what a panic 's in thy breastie!
Thou need na start awa sae hasty,
Wi' bickering brattle!
I wad be laith to rin an' chase thee
Wi' murd'ring pattle!

I'm truly sorry man's dominion
Has broken nature's social union,
An' justifies that ill opinion
Which makes thee startle
At me, thy poor earth-born companion,
An' fellow-mortal!

I doubt na, whiles, but thou may thieve;
What then? poor beastie, thou maun live!
A daimen-icker in a thrave
'S a sma' request:
I'll get a blessin' wi' the lave,
And never miss't!

Thy wee bit housie, too, in ruin!
Its silly wa's the win's are strewin':
And naething, now, to big a new ane,
0' foggage green!
An' bleak December's winds ensuin'
Baith snell an' keen!

Thou saw the fields laid bare and waste
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' 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 winter's sleety dribble
An' cranreuch cauld!

But, Mousie, thou art no thy lane
In proving foresight may be vain:
The best laid schemes o' mice an' men
Gang aft a-gley,
An' lea'e us nought but grief an' pain,
For promised joy.

Still thou 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 an' fear!
R. BURNS.

Page 145

BOOK THIRD
145 A WISH

Mine be a cot beside the hill;
A bee-hive's hum shall soothe my ear;
A willowy brook that turns a mill,
With many a fall shall linger near.

The swallow, oft, beneath my thatch
Shall twitter from her clay-built nest;
Oft shall the pilgrim lift the latch,
And share my meal, a welcome guest.

Around my ivied porch shall spring
Each fragrant flower that drinks the dew;
And Lucy, at her wheel, shall sing
In russet gown and apron blue.

The village-church among the trees,
Where first our marriage-vows were given,
With merry peals shall swell the breeze
And point with taper spire to Heaven.
S. ROGERS.

travel books:
where is HTML where is HEAD where is TITLE On turning her up in her nest with what is plough, November 1785. Wee, sleekit, cow'rin', tim'rous beastie, O what a panic 's in thy breastie! Thou need na start awa sae hasty, Wi' bickering brattle! I wad be laith to rin an' chase thee Wi' murd'ring pattle! I'm truly sorry man's dominion Has broken nature's social union, An' justifies that ill opinion Which makes thee startle At me, thy poor earth-born companion, An' fellow-mortal! I doubt na, whiles, but thou may thieve; What then? poor beastie, thou maun live! A daimen-icker in a thrave 'S a sma' request: I'll get a blessin' wi' what is lave, And never miss't! Thy wee bit housie, too, in ruin! Its silly wa's what is win's are strewin': And naething, now, to big a new ane, 0' foggage green! An' bleak December's winds ensuin' Baith snell an' keen! Thou saw what is fields laid bare and waste An' weary winter comin' fast, An' cozie here, beneath what is blas where is meta name="keywords" content="old books, Free book , free book offer , free audio books , free coloring book pages , free book reports , free audio book , audio books free download , book free , free guest book , books free , free book summaries , download free audio books , free childrens books." where is where are they now rel="stylesheet" type="text/css" href="../../style.css" where is meta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=iso-8859-1" where is BODY bgColor=#ffffff text="#000000" where are they now ="#000000" v where are they now ="#FF0000" where is div align="center" where is strong where is strong where is a href="http://www.aaoldbooks.com" Books > where is a href="../default.asp" title="Book" Old Books > where is strong where is a href="default.asp" The Golden Treasury (1932) where is table width="700" border="1" align="center" cellpadding="15" cellspacing="0" where is center where is tr where is td width="160" align="center" valign="top" where is div align="center" where is td align="center" valign="top" where is div align="left" where is div align="center" where is p align="left" Page 144 where is strong BOOK THIRD where is strong 144 TO A MOUSE where is p align="justify" On turning her up in her nest with what is plough, November 1785. Wee, sleekit, cow'rin', tim'rous beastie, O what a panic 's in thy breastie! Thou need na start awa sae hasty, Wi' bickering brattle! I wad be laith to rin an' chase thee Wi' murd'ring pattle! I'm truly sorry man's dominion Has broken nature's social union, An' justifies that ill opinion Which makes thee startle At me, thy poor earth-born companion, An' fellow-mortal! I doubt na, whiles, but thou may thieve; What then? poor beastie, thou maun live! A daimen-icker in a thrave 'S a sma' request: I'll get a blessin' wi' what is lave, And never miss't! Thy wee bit housie, too, in ruin! Its silly wa's what is win's are strewin': And naething, now, to big a new ane, 0' foggage green! An' bleak December's winds ensuin' Baith snell an' keen! Thou saw what is fields laid bare and waste An' weary winter comin' fast, An' cozie here, beneath what is blast, Thou thought to dwell, Till, crash! what is cruel coulter past Out thro' thy cell. 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 what is winter's sleety dribble An' cranreuch cauld! But, Mousie, thou art no thy lane In proving foresight may be vain: what is best laid schemes o' mice an' men Gang aft a-gley, An' lea'e us nought but grief an' pain, For promised joy. Still thou art blest, compared wi' me! what is present only toucheth thee: But, och! I backward cast my e'e On prospects drear! An' forward, tho' I canna see, I guess an' fear! R. BURNS. where is p align="left" Page 145 where is strong BOOK THIRD where is strong 145 A WISH where is p align="justify" Mine be a cot beside what is hill; A bee-hive's hum shall soothe my ear; A willowy brook that turns a mill, With many a fall shall linger near. what is swallow, oft, beneath my thatch Shall twitter from her clay-built nest; Oft shall what is pilgrim lift what is latch, And share my meal, a welcome guest. Around my ivied porch shall spring Each fragrant flower that drinks what is dew; And Lucy, at her wheel, shall sing In russet gown and apron blue. what is village-church among what is trees, Where first our marriage-vows were given, With merry peals shall swell what is breeze And point with taper spire to Heaven. S. ROGERS. where is Server.Execute("_SiteMap.asp") %

Pages: default , 001 , 003 , 005 , 007 , 009 , 011 , 013 , 015 , 016 , 018 , 020 , 021 , 023 , 025 , 027 , 029 , 031 , 033 , 034 , 038 , 040 , 041 , 042 , 044 , 048 , 052 , 053 , 054 , 055 , 057 , 058 , 060 , 062 , 063 , 064 , 065 , 066 , 067 , 069 , 070 , 072 , 074 , 075 , 077 , 079 , 080 , 081 , 082 , 084 , 086 , 089 , 091 , 092 , 096 , 099 , 100 , 102 , 103 , 104 , 105 , 106 , 107 , 108 , 109 , 111 , 112 , 113 , 114 , 115 , 116 , 117 , 118 , 120 , 121 , 122 , 123 , 124 , 126 , 127 , 128 , 129 , 130 , 131 , 133 , 134 , 136 , 140 , 141 , 142 , 143 , 144 , 146 , 147 , 148 , 149 , 151 , 152 , 153 , 154 , 155 , 157 , 158 , 159 , 160 , 162 , 163 , 164 , 165 , 167 , 168 , 169 , 170 , 172 , 173 , 174 , 177 , 179 , 181 , 182 , 183 , 185 , 187 , 188 , 190 , 191 , 192 , 193 , 195 , 196 , 198 , 200 , 202 , 204 , 205 , 206 , 207 , 208 , 210 , 211 , 213 , 215 , 216 , 217 , 218 , 219 , 220 , 221 , 222 , 223 , 224 , 225 , 226 , 227 , 228 , 229 , 231 , 233 , 234 , 236 , 237 , 238 , 239 , 240 , 241 , 242 , 243 , 244 , 245 , 247 , 249 , 250 , 251 , 252 , 253 , 254 , 255 , 256 , 257 , 258 , 259 , 260 , 261 , 263 , 264 , 267 , 268 , 270 , 271 , 272 , 273 , 274 , 275 , 276 , 278 , 280 , 281 , 282 , 283 , 284 , 287 ,