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The cruel plough passed Out through your cell. Retrieved from ” https: Thou saw the fields laid bare an’ waste, An’ weary winter comin fast, An’ cozie here, beneath the blast, Thou thought to dwell- Till crash! Tom Clancy ‘s President Jack Ryan quotes Burns’ famous line, “The best laid schemes o’ mice an’ men gang aft agley” in the novel Command Authority. When their plans go wrong they lament that “the best laid plans of mice” don’t always work out. Anderson adds the line “But a mouse is a mouse, for all that” at the end of the stanza, which is a reference to another of Burns’s songs, ” Is There for Honest Poverty “, commonly known as “A Man’s a Man for A’ That”.

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That small heap of leaves and stubble, Has cost you many a weary nibble! Retrieved from ” https: Thy wee bit heap o’ leaves an’ stibble, Has cost thee mony a weary nibble! An’ bleak December’s winds ensuin, Baith snell an’ keen! All articles with unsourced statements Articles with unsourced statements from November But, Mousie, thou art no thy-lane, In proving foresight may be vain; The best-laid schemes o’ mice an’ men Gang aft agley, An’ lea’e us nought but grief an’ pain, For promis’d joy!

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I’m truly sorry man’s dominion Has broken Nature’s social union, And justifies that ill opinion Which makes you startle At me, your poor, earth-born companion And fellow mortal! You saw the fields laid bare and empty, And weary winter coming fast, And cozy here, beneath the blast, You thought to dwell, Till crash!

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Thou saw the fields laid bare an’ waste, An’ weary winter comin fast, An’ cozie here, bastie the blast, Thou thought to dwell- Till crash! The present only touches you: The best laid schemes of mice and men Go often askew, And leave us nothing but grief and pain, For promised joy!

Still thou art blest, compar’d wi’ me The present only toucheth thee: I backward cast my e’e. Still thou art blest, compar’d wi’ me The present only toucheth thee: And forward, though I cannot see, I guess timorus fear!

Everything you wanted to know about Robert Burns, Scotland’s national bard and lots more besides. I doubt na, whiles, but thou may thieve; What then? Tom Clancy ‘s President Jack Ryan quotes Wwe famous line, “The best laid schemes o’ mice an’ men gang aft agley” in the novel Command Authority.

Wee, sleekit, cow’rin, tim’rous beastie, O, what a panic’s in thy breastie! Thou need na start awa sae hasty, Wi’ bickering brattle! The best laid plans of mice and men often go astray.

It’s silly wa’s the win’s are strewin! In fact, Burns’s brother claimed that the poet composed the poem while still holding his plough. Thy wee bit housie, too, in ruin! An’ naething, now, to big a new ane, O’ foggage green!

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To a Mouse

Now thou’s turn’d out, for a’ thy trouble, But house or hald, To thole the winter’s sleety dribble, An’ cranreuch cauld! Sharon Olds ‘s poem “Sleekit Cowrin ‘ ” tmorous references this poem. The Monty Python sketch ‘Word Association’ references the first line of the poem, and replaces the simple word “We” with “Wee sleekit timorou timorous beastie”.

Now you are turned out, for all your trouble, Without house or holding, To endure the winter’s sleety dribble, And hoar-frost cold. In Douglas Adams ‘s Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy series, mice are the physical protrusions into our dimension of a race eee hyperintelligent pan-dimensional beings who commissioned construction of the Earth to find the Question to the Ultimate Answer of Life, the Universe, and Everything.

To a Mouse by Robert Burns | Poetry Foundation

You need not start away so hasty With bickering prattle! An’ bleak December’s winds ensuin, Baith snell an’ keen! Thy wee bit housie, too, in ruin! I doubt na, whiles, but thou may thieve; What then? Still you are blessed, compared with me!