 | Martin Gardner - Poetry - 1992 - 226 pages
...keen! Thou saw the fields laid bare an' 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. VI That wee bit heap o' leaves an' stibble, Has cost thee monie a weary nibble! Now thou's turned out,... | |
 | Carl R. Woodring, James Shapiro - Literary Criticism - 1995 - 936 pages
...keen! Thou saw the fields laid bare an' wast. 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. 50 That wee-bit heap o' leaves an' stibble Has cost thee monie a weary nibble! Now thou's tum'd out,... | |
 | John McRae - Language Arts & Disciplines - 1998 - 172 pages
...keen! Thou saw the fields laid bare an' waste, An' weary winter comin fast, An' cozie here, beneath the blast, Thou thought to dwell, Till crash! the...thy cell. That wee bit heap o' leaves an' stibble, Hast cost thee monie a weary nibble! Now thou's turned out, for a' thy trouble, But house or hald,... | |
 | Mary Low - Christian life - 2003 - 228 pages
...keen! Thou saw the fields laid bare an' waste, an' weary winter comin' fast, an' cozie here, beneath the blast. thou thought to dwell, till crash! The...past out thro' thy cell. That wee bit heap o' leaves and stibble, has cost thee monie a weary nibble! Now thou's turned out, for a' thy trouble, but house... | |
 | Diane Ravitch, Michael Ravitch - Literary Collections - 2006 - 512 pages
...keen! Thou saw the fields laid bare an' waste An' weary winter comin' fast, An' cozie here, beneath the blast, Thou thought to dwell, Till, crash! the...stibble Has cost thee mony a weary nibble! Now thou's turned out, for a' thy trouble, But house or hald, To thole the winter's sleety dribble An' cranreuch... | |
 | Linda Kalof - Art - 2007 - 244 pages
...keen! Thou saw the fields laid bare an' waste, An' weary winter comin fast, An' cozie here, beneath the blast, Thou thought to dwell Till crash! the cruel...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'... | |
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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! 
