 O' clod or stane, Adorns the histie stibble-field, Unseen, alane. There, in thy scanty mantle clad, Thy snawie bosom sun-ward spread, Thou lifts thy unassuming head In humble guise ; But now the share uptears thy bed, And low thou lies ! Such is the fate...  ... Carlyle's Essay on Burns - Trang 35bởi Thomas Carlyle - 1907 - 162 trangXem Toàn bộ - Giới thiệu về cuốn sách này
 | Robert Burns - 1850 - 508 trang
...Thy snawy bosom sun-ward spread, Thou lifts thy unassuming head 1n humble guise ; But now the than uptears thy bed. And low thou lies ! Such is the fate of artless Maid, Svieeljlow'ret of the rural shade 2 By love's simplicity betray'd, And guiletess trust,... | |
 | Edward Hughes - 1851 - 362 trang
...stane, Adorns the histie stibble-field, Unseen, alane. There, in thy scanty mantle clad, Thy snawy bosom sunward spread, Thou lifts thy unassuming head...But now the share uptears thy bed, And low thou lies ! BURNS. V. MAY. " IN a fine morning in spring, amid sunshine and fragrance, and the thousand voices... | |
 | 1897 - 478 trang
...be able to overcome it. In his poem, "To a Mountain Daisy," is this manifest reference to himself: "Such is the fate of simple bard, On life's rough ocean luckless starred, Unskillful he to note the card of prudent lore, Till billows rage, and gales blow hard, And... | |
 | John Veitch - 1887 - 388 trang
...woods and wa's maun shield ; But thou, beneath the random bield 0' clod or stane, Adorns the histie stibble-field Unseen, alane. There, in thy scanty...unassuming head In humble guise ; But now the share uptcars thy bed, And low thou lies ! Even thou who mourn'st the daisy's fate, That fate is thine —... | |
 | Edith P. Hazen - 1992 - 1172 trang
...amang the stoure Thy slender stem: To spare thee now is past my pow'r, Thou bonnie gem. (I. 1—6) 60 ry main, Increasing store with loss and loss with store; When I have see (1. 37—38) 61 Ev'n thou who mourn'st the Daisy's fate, That fate is thine — no distant date; Stem... | |
 | William Roetzheim - 2006 - 760 trang
...stane, adorns the histie stibble-field, unseen, alane. There, in thy scanty mantle clad, thy snavvy bosom sunward spread, thou lifts thy unassuming head...uptears thy bed, and low thou lies! Such is the fate of artless Maid, sweet flow'ret of the rural shade! By love's simplicity betrayed, and guileless trust,... | |
 | Susan Youens - 2007 - 317 trang
...plough, in April, 1786." In the seventh stanza, Burns compares the poet's fate to that of the maid: "Such is the fate of simple bard, / On life's rough...luckless starr'd: / Unskilful he to note the card / Of prudent lore, / Till billows rage, and gales blow hard, / And whelm him o'er!" 17. Luise Hensel,... | |
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