 November chill blaws loud wi' angry sugh; The short'ning winter-day is near a close; The miry beasts retreating frae the pleugh; The black'ning trains o' craws to their repose: The toil-worn Cotter frae his labor goes, This night his weekly moil is at...  The poetical works of Robert Burns - Page 90by Robert Burns - 1814 - 604 pagesFull view - About this book
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