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Robert Burns - A Winter NightRobert Burns - A Winter Night
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When biting Boreas, fell and doure, Sharp shivers thro` the leafless bow`r; When Phœbus gies a short-liv`d glow`r, Far south the lift, Dim-dark`ning thro` the flaky show`r, Or whirling drift: Ae night the storm the steeples rocked, Poor Labour sweet in sleep was locked, While burns, wi` snawy wreeths upchoked, Wild-eddying swirl, Or thro` the mining outlet bocked, Down headlong hurl. List`ning, the doors an` winnocks rattle, I thought me on the ourie cattle, Or silly sheep, wha bide this brattle O` winter war, And thro` the drift, deep-lairing, sprattle, Beneath a scar. Ilk happing bird, wee, helpless thing! That, in the merry months o` spring, Delighted me to hear thee sing, What comes o` thee? Whare wilt thou cow`r thy chittering wing An` close thy e`e? Ev`n you on murd`ring errands toil`d, Lone from your savage homes exil`d, The blood-stain`d roost, and sheep-cote spoil`d My heart forgets, While pityless the tempest wild Sore on you beats.
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