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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=506453" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Halloween</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Upon that night, when fairies light <br>On Cassilis Downans dance, <br>Or owre the lays, in splendid blaze, <br>On sprightly coursers prance; <br>Or for Colean the route is ta'en, <br>Beneath the moon's pale beams; <br>There, up the cove, to stray and rove, <br>Among the rocks and streams <br>To sport that night. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Among the bonny winding banks, <br>Where Doon rins, wimplin' clear, <br>Where Bruce ance ruled the martial ranks, <br>And shook his Carrick spear, <br>Some merry, friendly, country-folks, <br>Together did convene, <br>To burn their nits, and pou their stocks, <br>And haud their Halloween <br>Fu' blithe that night. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The lasses feat, and cleanly neat, <br>Mair braw than when they're fine; <br>Their faces blithe, fu' sweetly kythe, <br>Hearts leal, and warm, and kin'; <br>The lads sae trig, wi' wooer-babs, <br>Weel knotted on their garten, <br>Some unco blate, and some wi' gabs, <br>Gar lasses' hearts gang startin' <br>Whiles fast at night. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then, first and foremost, through the kail, <br>Their stocks maun a' be sought ance; <br>They steek their een, and graip and wale, <br>For muckle anes and straught anes. <br>Poor hav'rel Will fell aff the drift, <br>And wander'd through the bow-kail, <br>And pou't, for want o' better shift, <br>A runt was like a sow-tail, <br>Sae bow't that night. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then, staught or crooked, yird or nane, <br>They roar and cry a' throu'ther; <br>The very wee things, todlin', rin, <br>Wi' stocks out owre their shouther; <br>And gif the custoc's sweet or sour. <br>Wi' joctelegs they taste them; <br>Syne cozily, aboon the door, <br>Wi cannie care, they've placed them <br>To lie that night. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The lasses staw frae 'mang them a' <br>To pou their stalks of corn: <br>But Rab slips out, and jinks about, <br>Behint the muckle thorn: <br>He grippet Nelly hard and fast; <br>Loud skirl'd a' the lasses; <br>But her tap-pickle maist was lost, <br>When kitlin' in the fause-house <br>Wi' him that night. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The auld guidwife's well-hoordit nits, <br>Are round and round divided, <br>And monie lads' and lasses' fates <br>Are there that night decided: <br>Some kindle coothie, side by side, <br>And burn thegither trimly; <br>Some start awa, wi' saucy pride, <br>And jump out-owre the chimlie <br>Fu' high that night. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Jean slips in twa wi' tentie ee; <br>Wha 'twas she wadna tell; <br>But this is Jock, and this is me, <br>She says in to hersel: <br>He bleezed owre her, and she owre him, <br>As they wad never mair part; <br>Till, fuff! he started up the lum, <br>And Jean had e'en a sair heart <br>To see't that night. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Poor Willie, wi' his bow-kail runt, <br>Was brunt wi' primsie Mallie; <br>And Mallie, nae doubt, took the drunt, <br>To be compared to Willie; <br>Mall's nit lap out wi' pridefu' fling, <br>And her ain fit it brunt it; <br>While Willie lap, and swore by jing, <br>'Twas just the way he wanted <br>To be that night. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nell had the fause-house in her min', <br>She pits hersel and Rob in; <br>In loving bleeze they sweetly join, <br>Till white in ase they're sobbin'; <br>Nell's heart was dancin' at the view, <br>She whisper'd Rob to leuk for't: <br>Rob, stowlins, prie'd her bonny mou', <br>Fu' cozie in the neuk for't, <br>Unseen that night. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But Merran sat behint their backs, <br>Her thoughts on Andrew Bell; <br>She lea'es them gashin' at their cracks, <br>And slips out by hersel: <br>She through the yard the nearest taks, <br>And to the kiln goes then, <br>And darklins graipit for the bauks, <br>And in the blue-clue throws then, <br>Right fear't that night. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And aye she win't, and aye she swat, <br>I wat she made nae jaukin', <br>Till something held within the pat, <br>Guid Lord! but she was quakin'! <br>But whether 'was the deil himsel, <br>Or whether 'twas a bauk-en', <br>Or whether it was Andrew Bell, <br>She didna wait on talkin' <br>To spier that night. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wee Jennie to her grannie says, <br>&quot;Will ye go wi' me, grannie? <br>I'll eat the apple at the glass <br>I gat frae Uncle Johnnie:&quot; <br>She fuff't her pipe wi' sic a lunt, <br>In wrath she was sae vap'rin', <br>She notice't na, an aizle brunt <br>Her braw new worset apron <br>Out through that night. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Ye little skelpie-limmer's face! <br>I daur you try sic sportin', <br>As seek the foul thief ony place, <br>For him to spae your fortune. <br>Nae doubt but ye may get a sight! <br>Great cause ye hae to fear it; <br>For mony a ane has gotten a fright, <br>And lived and died deleeret <br>On sic a night. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Ae hairst afore the Sherramoor, -- <br>I mind't as weel's yestreen, <br>I was a gilpey then, I'm sure <br>I wasna past fifteen; <br>The simmer had been cauld and wat, <br>And stuff was unco green; <br>And aye a rantin' kirn we gat, <br>And just on Halloween <br>It fell that night. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Our stibble-rig was Rab M'Graen, <br>A clever sturdy fallow: <br>His son gat Eppie Sim wi' wean, <br>That lived in Achmacalla: <br>He gat hemp-seed, I mind it weel, <br>And he made unco light o't; <br>But mony a day was by himsel, <br>He was sae sairly frighted <br>That very night.&quot; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then up gat fechtin' Jamie Fleck, <br>And he swore by his conscience, <br>That he could saw hemp-seed a peck; <br>For it was a' but nonsense. <br>The auld guidman raught down the pock, <br>And out a hanfu' gied him; <br>Syne bade him slip frae 'mang the folk, <br>Some time when nae ane see'd him, <br>And try't that night. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He marches through amang the stacks, <br>Though he was something sturtin; <br>The graip he for a harrow taks. <br>And haurls it at his curpin; <br>And every now and then he says, <br>&quot;Hemp-seed, I saw thee, <br>And her that is to be my lass, <br>Come after me, and draw thee <br>As fast this night.&quot; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He whistled up Lord Lennox' march <br>To keep his courage cheery; <br>Although his hair began to arch, <br>He was say fley'd and eerie: <br>Till presently he hears a squeak, <br>And then a grane and gruntle; <br>He by his shouther gae a keek, <br>And tumbled wi' a wintle <br>Out-owre that night. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He roar'd a horrid murder-shout, <br>In dreadfu' desperation! <br>And young and auld came runnin' out <br>To hear the sad narration; <br>He swore 'twas hilchin Jean M'Craw, <br>Or crouchie Merran Humphie, <br>Till, stop! she trotted through them <br>And wha was it but grumphie <br>Asteer that night! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Meg fain wad to the barn hae gaen, <br>To win three wechts o' naething; <br>But for to meet the deil her lane, <br>She pat but little faith in: <br>She gies the herd a pickle nits, <br>And two red-cheekit apples, <br>To watch, while for the barn she sets, <br>In hopes to see Tam Kipples <br>That very nicht. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She turns the key wi cannie thraw, <br>And owre the threshold ventures; <br>But first on Sawnie gies a ca' <br>Syne bauldly in she enters: <br>A ratton rattled up the wa', <br>And she cried, Lord, preserve her! <br>And ran through midden-hole and a', <br>And pray'd wi' zeal and fervour, <br>Fu' fast that night; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">They hoy't out Will wi' sair advice; <br>They hecht him some fine braw ane; <br>It chanced the stack he faddom'd thrice <br>Was timmer-propt for thrawin'; <br>He taks a swirlie, auld moss-oak, <br>For some black grousome carlin; <br>And loot a winze, and drew a stroke, <br>Till skin in blypes cam haurlin' <br>Aff's nieves that night. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A wanton widow Leezie was, <br>As canty as a kittlin; <br>But, och! that night amang the shaws, <br>She got a fearfu' settlin'! <br>She through the whins, and by the cairn, <br>And owre the hill gaed scrievin, <br>Whare three lairds' lands met at a burn <br>To dip her left sark-sleeve in, <br>Was bent that night. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Whyles owre a linn the burnie plays, <br>As through the glen it wimpl't; <br>Whyles round a rocky scaur it strays; <br>Whyles in a wiel it dimpl't; <br>Whyles glitter'd to the nightly rays, <br>Wi' bickering, dancing dazzle; <br>Whyles cookit underneath the braes, <br>Below the spreading hazel, <br>Unseen that night. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Among the brackens, on the brae, <br>Between her and the moon, <br>The deil, or else an outler quey, <br>Gat up and gae a croon: <br>Poor Leezie's heart maist lap the hool! <br>Near lav'rock-height she jumpit; <br>but mist a fit, and in the pool <br>Out-owre the lugs she plumpit, <br>Wi' a plunge that night. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">In order, on the clean hearth-stane, <br>The luggies three are ranged, <br>And every time great care is ta'en', <br>To see them duly changed: <br>Auld Uncle John, wha wedlock joys <br>Sin' Mar's year did desire, <br>Because he gat the toom dish thrice, <br>He heaved them on the fire <br>In wrath that night. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wi' merry sangs, and friendly cracks, <br>I wat they didna weary; <br>And unco tales, and funny jokes, <br>Their sports were cheap and cheery; <br>Till butter'd so'ns, wi' fragrant lunt, <br>Set a' their gabs a-steerin'; <br>Syne, wi' a social glass o' strunt, <br>They parted aff careerin' <br>Fu' blythe that night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+Burns">Robert Burns</a><div class=q>
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On Cassilis Downans dance, 
Or owre the lays, in splendid blaze, 
On sprightly coursers prance; 
Or for Colean the route is ta'en, 
Beneath the moon's pale beams; 
There, up the cove, to stray and rove, 
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