 | 1797 - 448 páginas
...skaith. There's nane of a' the herds th*t tread the green Has sic a smile, or sic twa glancing een : And then he speaks wi' sic a taking art, His words they thirle like music through my heart. How blythely can he sport, and gently rave, And jest at feckless... | |
 | John Bell - 1797 - 436 páginas
...skaiih. There's nane of a' the herds that tread the green Has sic a smile, or sic twa glancing een: And then he speaks wi' sic a taking art, His words they thirle like music through my heart. How blythely can he sport, and gently rave, And jest at feckless... | |
 | Allan Ramsay - 1808 - 198 páginas
...skaith. There's nane o' a' the herds that tread the green Has sic a smile, or sic twa glancing een : An 3 then he speaks wi' sic a taking art, His words they thirl like music through my heart. How blythly can he sport, an' gently rave, An' jest at feckless fears that fright... | |
 | Allan Ramsay - 1851 - 192 páginas
...skaith. There 's nane of a' the herds that tread the green Has sic a smile, or sic twa glancing een. And then he speaks wi' sic a taking art, His words they thrill like music through my heart ; How blythely can he sport, and gently rave, And jest at feckless... | |
 | English poets - 1862 - 626 páginas
...skaith. There's nane o' a' the herds that tread the green Has sic a smile, or sic twa glancing een : And then he speaks wi' sic a taking art — His words they thirl like music through my heart. How blithely can he sport, and gently rave, And jest at feckless fears that fright... | |
 | James Grant Wilson - 1876 - 604 páginas
...skaith. There's nane o' a' the herds that tread the green Has sic a smile, or sic twa glancing een: An" then he speaks wi' sic a taking art, His words they thirl like music through my heart. How blythely can he sport, an' gently rave, An' jest at feckless fears that fright... | |
 | Allan Ramsay - 1884 - 202 páginas
...skaith. There's nane o' a' the herds that tread the green Has sic a smile, or sic twa glancing een : And then he speaks wi' sic a taking art — His words they thirle like music thro' my heart. How blythely can he sport, and gently rave, And jest at feckless... | |
 | George Eyre-Todd - 1896 - 256 páginas
...skaith. There's nane o' a' the herds that tread the green Has sic a smile, or sic twa glancing een: And then he speaks wi' sic a taking art, His words they thirl like music through my heart. How blithely can he sport, and gently rave, And jest at feckless fears that fright... | |
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And then he speaks wi' sic a taking art — His words they thirl like music through my heart. 