 | Thomas Campbell - 1830 - عدد الصفحات: 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...waves are raging white, I'll row you o'er the ferry." b By this the storm grew loud apace, The water wraith was shrieking ;* And in the scowl of licav'n... | |
 | Samuel Rogers - 1830 - عدد الصفحات: 514
...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 wan shrieking;1 And in the scowl of heaven each face Grew dork as they were speaking.... | |
 | Thomas Ewing - 1832 - عدد الصفحات: 428
...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...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... | |
 | Michael Scott - 1834 - عدد الصفحات: 702
...see our very fingers before us. " What is that?" said Campana; " heard you nothing, Gentlemen ? " " 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." In the lulls of the rain and the blast, the same... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1835 - عدد الصفحات: 258
...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...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.... | |
 | Michael Scott - 1835 - عدد الصفحات: 360
...to aee our very fingers before us. "What is that?" said Campana; " heard vou nothing, gentlemen ?" " By this the storm grew loud apace, The water-wraith was shrieking ; And in the scowlof heaven each face Grew dark as thev were speaking.** In the lulls of the rain and the blast,... | |
 | 1836 - عدد الصفحات: 514
...slain her lover 1" Out spoke the hardy Highland wight, " I '11 go, my chief — I 'm ready: It ii 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;'... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1837 - عدد الصفحات: 328
...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 - 1837 - عدد الصفحات: 360
...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...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 - 1837 - عدد الصفحات: 332
...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... | |
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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... 
