 | Thomas Campbell - 1853 - Страниц: 404
...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:...not tarry ; So though the waves are raging white, Til row you o'er the ferry." — By this the storm grew loud apace, The water- wraith was shrieking;... | |
 | J H. Aitken - 1853 - Страниц: 378
...her 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...bird In danger shall not tarry ; So — though the naves are raging white — I'll row you o'er the ferry ! " By this the storm grew loud apace, The water-wraith... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1853 - Страниц: 464
...by 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...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... | |
 | William Holmes McGuffey - 1853 - Страниц: 492
...not for your silver bright, But for your "'"winsome lady : 6. " And, by my word ! the bonny bird 7. 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. 8. But still, as wilder grew the wind And as the... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1854 - Страниц: 396
...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 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... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1854 - Страниц: 404
...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:...not tarry ; So though the waves are raging white. Til row you o'er the ferry." — By this the storm grew loud apace, The water- wraith was shrieking;... | |
 | 1854 - Страниц: 456
...slain her lover ? " Outspoke the hardy Highland wight, " I '11 go, my chief, — I 'm ready, — " And, by my word, the bonny bird . In danger shall 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 watrr-wraith was shrieking ;... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1854 - Страниц: 508
...is not for your silver bright ; But for your winsome lady : * Ireland my darling, Ireland forever. "And by my word ! the bonny bird In danger shall 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... | |
 | Charlotte Phillips - 1855 - Страниц: 188
...wight, " I'll go, my chief—I'm ready ; It is not for your silver bright, But for your winsome lady ! So, though the waves are raging white, I'll row you...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.... | |
 | Anna Cabot Lowell - 1855 - Страниц: 452
...slain her lover ? " Outspoke the hardy Highland wight, " I '11 go, my chief, — I 'm ready, • — " And, by my word, the bonny bird In danger shall 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 ;... | |
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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... 
