 | Henry Arthur Kellow - 1911 - 144 pages
...niffer, But cast a moment's fair regard, What mak's the mighty differ ? Discount what scant occasion gave That purity ye pride in, And^ (what's aft mair than a" the lave) Your better art o* hiding. Think, when your castigated pulse Gi'es now and then a wallop, What ragings... | |
 | Burns Club of St. Louis - 1913 - 116 pages
...niffer,' But cast a moment's fair regard, What maks the mighty differ? Discount what scant occasion gave, That purity ye pride in, And (what's aft mair than a' the lave) Your better art o' hiding. Then gently scan your brother man, Still gentler sister woman; Though they... | |
 | 1918 - 2030 pages
...niffer; But cast a moment's fair regard, WLat maks the mighty differ? Discount what scant occasion gave That purity ye pride in, And (what's aft mair than a' the lave) Think, when your castigated pulse Gies now and then a wallop, What ragings must his veins convulse,... | |
 | Ernest Bernbaum - 1918 - 412 pages
...niffer; But cast a moment's fair regard, What maks the mighty differ? Discount what scant occasion gave, That purity ye pride in, And (what's aft mair than a' the lave) Your better art o' hidin. Think, when your castigated pulse Gies now and then a wallop, What ragings... | |
 | David Nichol Smith - 1926 - 744 pages
...niffer ; But cast a moment's fair regard, What maks the mighty differ ? Discount what scant occasion gave, That purity ye pride in, And (what's aft mair than a' the lave) Your better art o' hiding. Think, when your castigated pulse Gies now and then a wallop, What ragings... | |
 | Robert Atwan, Laurance Wieder - 1993 - 514 pages
...the niffer, But cast a moment's fair regard What maks the mighty differ; Discount what scant occasion gave, That purity ye pride in, And (what's aft mair than a' the lave) Your better art o' hiding. Think, when your castigated pulse Gies now and then a wallop, What ragings... | |
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And (what's aft mair than a' the lave) Your better art o' hidin'. Think, when your Castigated pulse Gies now and then a wallop ! What ragings must his veins convulse, That still eternal gallop ! Wi 
