 I am nae Poet, in a sense, But just a Rhymer, like, by chance, An' hae to learning nae pretence, Yet, what the matter ? Whene'er my Muse does on me glance, I jingle at her. Your critic-folk may cock their nose, And say, ' How can you e'er propose, You...  A Survey of English Literature 1780-1880 - Página 110por Oliver Elton - 1920Vista completa - Acerca de este libro
 | Robert Burns - 1811 - 500 páginas
...learning nae pretence, Yet, what the matter ? Whene'er my muse does on me glance, I jingle at her. Your critic-folk may cock their nose, And say, ' How can you e'er propose, ' You wha ken hardly verse firae prose, ' To mak a sang ?' But, by your leaves, my learned foes, Ye're... | |
 | Ezekiel Sanford, Robert Walsh - 1822 - 418 páginas
...chance, An' hae to learning nae pretence, Yet, what the matter ? Whene'er my muse does on me glance, Your critic-folk may cock their nose, And say, ' How can you e'er propose, • 'You wha ken hardly verse frae prose, • To mak a sang ~ But, by your leaves, my learned foes,... | |
 | British poets - 1822 - 274 páginas
...to learning nae pretence, Yet, what the matter? Whene'er my muse does on me glance, I jingle at her. Your critic-folk may cock their nose, And say, ' How can you e'er propose, You wha ken hardly verse frae prose, To mak a sang?' But, by your leaves, my learned foes, Ye're maybe... | |
 | Robert Burns - 1824 - 292 páginas
...to learning nae pretence, Yet, what the matter? Whene'er my muse does on me glance, I jingle at her. Your critic-folk may cock their nose, And say, ' How can you e'er propose, You wha ken hardly verse frae prose, To mak a sang?' But, by your leaves, my learned foes, Ye're maybe... | |
 | 1831 - 426 páginas
...learning пае pretence, Yet, what the matter ? Whene'er my muse does on me planee, I jingle at her. Yonr critic-folk may cock their nose, And say, " How can you e'er propose, You wha ken hardly 'verte frac prote, To mak a tang ?" Bat, by your leaves, my learned foes, Ye'ie... | |
 | Robert Burns, Allan Cunningham - 1834 - 370 páginas
...learning nae pretence, Yet, what the matter ? Whene'er my muse does on me glance, I jingle at her. Your critic-folk may cock their nose, And say, " How can you e'er propose, You, wha ken hardly verse frae prose, To mak a sang ?" But, by your leaves, my learned foes, Ye're... | |
 | Minstrel melodies - 1839 - 338 páginas
...MINSTREL MELODIES: BEING A COLLECTION OF SONGS. BY THE AUTHOR OF " FIELD FLOWERS," " THE GATILAND," &c. " Your critic-folk may cock their nose, /£-- And say, ' How can you e'er propose, lO ji j /***? You wha ken hardly verse frae prose, \'^ -•^. •, .-• To mak a sang ?' But, by your... | |
 | Robert Burns, James Currie - 1844 - 706 páginas
...to learning nae pretence, Yet, what the matter? Whene'er my Muse does on me glance, I jingle at her. Your critic-folk may cock their nose, And say, ' How can you e'er propose, • Very anxious. I Inquired. u Possessed of wit and genlus. w Serfow. Furniture. y A carrier's poney.... | |
 | Samuel Tyler - 1848 - 228 páginas
...learning nae pretence, Yet, what the matter? : When'er my muse does on me glance, / I jingle at her. • Your critic-folk may cock their nose, And say, ' How can you e'er propose, You, wha ken hardly verse frae prose, To mak a sang ?' But, by your leaves, my learned foes, Ye're... | |
 | George Barrington Hughes - 1850 - 366 páginas
...learning: nae pretence, Yet, what the matter ! When e'er my muse does on me glance, I jingle at her. ( Your critic-folk may cock their nose, And say, 'How can you e'er propose, You, wha ken hardly verse frae prose, To mak a sang ? ' But, hy your leaves, my learned foes, Ye're... | |
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