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Excerpt from Tam O''shanter
But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the ?ower, its bloom'' is shed; Or like the snow-fall in the river, A moment white, then melts forever; Or like the borealis race, That ?it ere you can point their place; Or like the rainbow''s lovely form Evanishing amid the storm.
Nae man can tether time or tide; The hour approaches Tam maun ride, That hour 0'' night''s black arch the key-stane, That dreary hour he mounts his beast in; And sic a night he takes the road in As ne''er poor sinner was abroad in.
The wind blew as ''t wad blawn its last; The rattling showers rose on the blast The speedy gleams the darkness swallowed Loud, deep, and lang the thunder bellowed; That night a child might understand The Deil had business on his hand.
Weel mounted on his gray mare, Meg, (a better never lifted leg), Tam skelpit on thro'' dub and mire Despising wind and rain and fire.
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But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the ?ower, its bloom'' is shed; Or like the snow-fall in the river, A moment white, then melts forever; Or like the borealis race, That ?it ere you can point their place; Or like the rainbow''s lovely form Evanishing amid the storm.
Nae man can tether time or tide; The hour approaches Tam maun ride, That hour 0'' night''s black arch the key-stane, That dreary hour he mounts his beast in; And sic a night he takes the road in As ne''er poor sinner was abroad in.
The wind blew as ''t wad blawn its last; The rattling showers rose on the blast The speedy gleams the darkness swallowed Loud, deep, and lang the thunder bellowed; That night a child might understand The Deil had business on his hand.
Weel mounted on his gray mare, Meg, (a better never lifted leg), Tam skelpit on thro'' dub and mire Despising wind and rain and fire.
About the Publisher
Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com
This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.
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Publisher - Forgotten Books
Language - English
Hardback
Contributors
Author
Robert Burns
Published Date -
ISBN - 9780331943023
Dimensions - 22.9 x 15.2 x 0.1 cm
Page Count - 18
Paperback
Contributors
Author
Robert Burns
Published Date -
ISBN - 9781334598555
Dimensions - 22.9 x 15.2 x 0.1 cm
Page Count - 18
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