 | Samuel Orchart Beeton - 1873 - 782 lehte
...pole ; Near and more near the thunders roll ; When glimmering thro" the groaning trees, Kirk-Alloway re are they ? With the Z Q ϐ肀 them canst make us scorn ! Wi' tippenny we fear nae evil ; Wi' iisqnabae we'll face the Devil ! —... | |
 | Ralph Knight - 1959 - 246 lehte
...pole; Near and more near the thunders roll: When, glimmering thro' the groaning trees, Kirk-Alloway seem'd in a bleeze, Thro' ilka bore the beams were glancing, And loud resounded mirth and dancing. must would have Devil mare spanked; puddle Now; good song staring hobgoblins ghosts; owls across pedlar;... | |
 | Lucien Poirier - 1990 - 300 lehte
...362-367 ; A. Poème. R. BURNS. ALOWAY KIRK ; OR TAM O'SHANTER - A TALE. (C) Extrait du poème :«[...] ° Thro' ilka bore the beams were glancing, ° And loud resounded mirth and dancing.— ° [...] ° And wow! Tam saw an unco sight! ° Warlacks and witches in a dance, ° Nae cotillon brent... | |
 | Edith P. Hazen - 1992 - 1172 lehte
...is shed; Or like the snow falls in the river, A moment white — then melts for ever; (1. 59-62) 55 s of His Love 12 tippeny, we fear nae evil; Wi' usquabae, we'll face the devil! (1. 105-108) 56 Ae spring brought off... | |
 | Carl R. Woodring, James Shapiro - 1995 - 936 lehte
...and more near the thunders roll; 100 When, glimmering thro' the groaning trees, Kirk-Alloway seemed in a bleeze: Thro' ilka bore the beams were glancing....loud resounded mirth and dancing. Inspiring bold John Barleycom! What dangers thou canst make us scom! Wi' tippenny we fear nae evil; Wi' usquebae we'll... | |
 | Robert Andrews - 1997 - 666 lehte
...sane and had to. JOSEPH HELLER, (b. 1923) US author. Catch-22, ch. 5(1961). Alcohol and Drunkenness 1 Inspiring bold John Barleycorn! What dangers thou...fear nae evil; Wi' usquabae, we'll face the devil! ROBERT BURNS, (1759-1796) Scottish poet. Tarn o' Shanter," I. 105-108(1791). Repr. in Poetical Works,... | |
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The doubling storm roars thro' the woods; The lightnings flash from pole to pole; Near and more near the thunders roll: When, glimmering thro' the groaning trees, Kirk-Alloway seem'd in a bleeze, Thro, ilka bore the beams were glancing, And loud resounded... 
