 | 1878 - 592 páginas
...amid the storm. Nae man can tether time or tide, The hour approaches Tam ian'un ride; That hour ol night's black arch the keystane, That dreary hour...And sic a night he taks the road in As ne'er poor sianer was abroad in. The wind blew as 't wad blawn its last; The rattling showers rose on the blast;... | |
 | Robert Burns - 1878 - 550 páginas
...Evanishing amid the storm. Nae man can tether time or tide ; The hour approaches Tam maun ride ; That hour, o' night's black arch the keystane, That dreary hour he mounts his beast in; And sic a night he tak's the road in, As ne'er poor sinner was abroad in. The wind blew as 't wad blawn its last ; The... | |
 | Ralph Knight - 1959 - 246 páginas
...hour approaches Tam maun ride: That hour, o' night's black arch the key-stane, That dreary hour Tam mounts his beast in; And sic a night he taks the road...darkness swallow'd; Loud, deep, and lang the thunder bellow'd. That night, a child might understand, The Deil had business on his hand. Weel mounted on... | |
 | Emma Dorothy Eliza Nevitte Southworth - 1988 - 548 páginas
...so I will," thought Cap. CHAPTER XXXIII CAP'S VISIT TO THE HIDDEN HOUSE "And such a night 'she' took the road in As ne'er poor sinner was abroad in. The...rose on the blast; The speedy gleams the darkness swallowed; Loud, deep and long the thunder bellowed; That night a child might understand That de'il... | |
 | Carl R. Woodring, James Shapiro - 1995 - 936 páginas
...ride — That hour, o' night's black arch the keystane. That drearv' hour Tam mounts his beast in; 70 And sic a night he taks the road in. As ne'er poor...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... | |
 | Reg McKay - 2001 - 212 páginas
...heat. As she looked out through lashing branches, frantic in the gusts, a time and place was called up: The wind blew as 'twad blawn its last; The rattling...darkness swallow'd; Loud, deep, and lang the thunder bellow' d: That night, a child might understand, The Deil had business on his hand. The ponce! Coming... | |
 | Alex Miller - 2003 - 316 páginas
...at the English, who'd had the unpardonable audacity to abandon the values of the eighteenth century. The wind blew as 'twad blawn its last; The rattling...darkness swallow'd; Loud, deep, and lang, the thunder bellow'd . . . Fascinated, we listened to the authentic voice of my dead father declaiming the poetry... | |
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That hour o' night's black arch the key-stane, That dreary hour he mounts his beast in, And sic a night he taks the road in, As ne'er poor sinner was abroad in. The wind blew as 'twad blawn its last ; The rattling... 
