 | William Bentley Fowle - 1844 - عدد الصفحات: 302
...slain 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...The water-wraith was shrieking ; And in the scowl of Heaven, each face Grew dark, as they were speaking. And still, as wilder blew the wind, And as the... | |
 | Quaver - 1844 - عدد الصفحات: 552
...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...not tarry ; So, though the waves are raging white, By this the storm grew loud apace, The water-wraith was shrieking ; And in the scowl of heaven, each... | |
 | C. P. Bronson - 1845 - عدد الصفحات: 396
...slain her lover?" Out spoke the hardy, Highland wight, " I Ml 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, But still, as wilder grew the wind, And as the night— grew drearer, Adown the glen — rodo armed... | |
 | General reciter - 1845 - عدد الصفحات: 348
...slain her lover ?" Out spoke the hardy highland wight, II 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, III row you o'er the ferry !" By this the storm grew loud apace, The water-wraith was sbrieking, But... | |
 | C. P. Bronson - 1845 - عدد الصفحات: 330
..." I '11 go, my chief— I >m ready : It is not for your silver bright, But for your winsome Jady : "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;... | |
 | C. P. Bronson - 1845 - عدد الصفحات: 390
...by my word ! the bonny bird In danger, shall not tarry ; So, though the waves are raging white, I 'U 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.... | |
 | C. P. Bronson - 1845 - عدد الصفحات: 334
...ready : It is not for your silver bright, But ibr your winsome lady: "And, by my word ! the lionny bird In danger, shall not tarry ; So, though the waves are raging white, I ; 11 row you o'er the ferry." Bythis, the storm grew loud—apace, The water-wraith—was shrieking;... | |
 | Samuel Niles Sweet - 1846 - عدد الصفحات: 340
..." I'll go, my chief, I'm ready ; It is not for your silver bright, But for your winsome lady. 6. " And by my word, the bonny bird In danger shall not...waves are raging white, I'll row you o'er the ferry." 7. By thisuhe storm grew loud apace, The water wraith was shrieking, And in the scowl of heaven each... | |
 | Samuel Niles Sweet - 1846 - عدد الصفحات: 372
..." I'll go, my chief, I'm ready ; It is not for your silver bright, But for your winsome lady. 6. " And by my word, the bonny bird In danger shall not...waves are raging white, I'll row you o'er the ferry." 7. By this the storm grew loud apace, The water wraith was shrieking, And in the scowl of heaven each... | |
 | 1846 - عدد الصفحات: 436
...ready, — It is not for your silver bright, But for your winsome lady ! 102 LORD ULLEN'S DAUGHTER. " 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." I 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... 
