 | John White (A.M.) - 1826 - Страниц: 340
...slain her lover ?" Outspoke the hardy Highland wight, " I'll go, my chief—I'm ready :— It is not for your silver bright, But for your winsome lady!...my word, the bonny bird In danger shall not tarry; So—though the waves are raging white— I'll row you o'er the ferry !" By this, the storm grew loud... | |
 | John Barclay (of Calcots.) - 1826 - Страниц: 184
...A water-wraith or some gruous ghaist. — Journal from London to Portsmouth, in the Buchan Dialect. By this the storm grew loud apace, The water-wraith was shrieking ; And in the scowl of heaven each face Grew dark as they were speaking. Campbell. Red came the river down, and loud and oft... | |
 | 1828 - Страниц: 814
...hardy Highland wight, ' I'll go, my chief, — I'm ready : — It is not for your silver bright, Bnt for your winsome lady : ' And by my word, the bonny...The water-wraith was shrieking, And in the scowl of heaven each face Grew dark as they were speaking. But still as wilder blew the wind, And as the night... | |
 | British poets - 1828 - Страниц: 838
...Outspoke the hardy Highland-wight: I'll go, my chief— I'm ready: It in not for your silver bright, Bat he sate, In revel chief, and umpire in debate ; Each night heaven each face Grew dark as they were speaking. But still, as wilder blew the wind, And as the night... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1828 - Страниц: 258
...lover ?' — Outspoke the hardy Highland wight, ' I'll go, my chief — I'm ready : — ' It is not for your silver bright ; ' But for your winsome lady...not tarry ; ' So though the waves are raging white, • ' I '11 row you o'er the ferry.' — By this the storm grew loud apace, The water-wraith was shrieking... | |
 | William Brittainham Lacey - 1828 - Страниц: 308
...lover ?'— Out spoke the hardy Highland wight, ' I'll go, my chief — I'm ready : — ' It is not for your silver bright ; ' But for your winsome lady...word ! the bonny bird ' In danger shall not tarry ; 4 So, though the waves are raging white, ' I'll row you o'er the ferry. — By this the storm grew... | |
 | John Docwra Parry - 1829 - Страниц: 460
...her lover? " Out-spoke the hardy Highland wight, " I '11 go, my chief — I 'm ready : — It is not for your silver bright, But for your winsome lady....not tarry ; So, though the waves are raging white, I '11 row you o'er the ferry." By this the storm grew loud apace, The water-wraith * was shrieking... | |
 | Samuel Rogers - 1829 - Страниц: 520
...slain her lover I* Outspoke the hardy Highland wight, • 1 '11 go, my chief — I 'm ready : II is not for your silver bright, But for your winsome lady...not tarry; So, though the waves are raging white, I *ll row you o'er the ferry.« By this the storm grew loud apace, The water-wraith was shrieking;'... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1830 - Страниц: 248
...her lover ?" Outspoke the hardy Highland wight, '•' I'll go, my chief — I'm ready : — It is not for your silver bright, But for your winsome lady...the ferry." By this the storm grew loud apace, The water wraith was shrieking ;* And in the scowl of heav'n each face Grew dark as they were speaking.... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1830 - Страниц: 250
...slain her lover?" Outspoke the hardy Highland wight, ' I'll fro, my chief—I'm ready :— It is not for your silver bright, But for your winsome lady:...the ferry." By this the storm grew loud apace^ The water wraith was shrieking ;* And in the scowl of heav'n each face Grew dark as they were speaking*... | |
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I'll row you o'er the ferry." By this the storm grew loud apace, The water-wraith was shrieking ; And in the scowl of Heaven each face Grew dark as they were speaking. But still as wilder blew the wind, And as the night grew drearer, Adown the glen rode... 
