 | Thomas Campbell - 1810 - 266 lehte
...in the scowl of heav'n each face Grew dark as they were speaking. 9 The evil spirit of the waters. But still as wilder blew the wind, And as the night...the lady cries, ' Though tempests round us gather; ' I'll meet the raging of the skies, • But not an angry father.'— The boat has left a stormy land,... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1810 - 272 lehte
...the scowl of heav'n each face Grew dark as they were speaking. » The evil spirit of the waters. 35 But still as wilder blew the wind, And as the night...the lady cries, * Though tempests round us gather ; ' I'll meet the raging of the skies : ' But not an angry father.' — The boat has left a stormy... | |
 | John Aikin, Robert Harding Evans - 1810 - 508 lehte
...water-wraith was shrieking, And in the scowl of heav'n each face Grew dark, as they were speaking. " Oh ! haste thee, haste ;" the lady cries, " Though tempests round us gather, I'll meet the raging of the skies ; But not an angry father." The boat has left a stormy land, A stormy... | |
 | 1811 - 462 lehte
...the bonny bir4 ' In danger shall uot tarry , 'So, though the waves arc raging white, ' I'll row yon o'er the ferry.*— " By this the storm grew loud...the lady cries, ' Though tempests round us gather . ' I'll meet the raging of the skiesj ' But not an angry father.'— " The boat has left a stormy... | |
 | Poetical selections - 1811 - 324 lehte
...By this the storm grew loud apace, The water-wraith was shrieking ; * And in the scowle of heaven, each face Grew dark as they were speaking. But still...nearer. — " Oh haste thee, haste !" the lady cries, " The tempests round us gather ; " I'll meet the raging of the skies ; " But not an angry father."... | |
 | 1813 - 410 lehte
...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,...rode armed men,— Their trampling sounded nearer. "O, haste thee, haste," the lady cries, "Though tempests round us gather; I'll meet the raging of the... | |
 | 1821 - 438 lehte
...the storm grew loud apace. The water-wraith was shrieking ; And in the scowl of hcav'n each face Crew dark as they were speaking. But still as. wilder blew the wind, And as the night grew drearer, A down the glen rode armed men, Their trampling sounded nearer. " Oh ! haste thee, haste ! the lady... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1819 - 188 lehte
...I'll row you o'er the ferry.'— By this the storm grew loud apace, The water-wraith was shrieking ; 2 And in the scowl of heav'n each face Grew dark as...the lady cries, ' Though tempests round us gather ; ' I'll meet the raging of the skies, ' But not an angry father.'— The boat has left a stormy land,... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1821 - 254 lehte
...heav'n each face Grew dark as they were speaking. But still as wilder hlew the wind, And as the nrght grew drearer, Adown the glen rode armed men, Their...the lady cries, ' Though tempests round us gather ; * 111 meet the raging of the skies : * But not an angry father.*— The hoat has left a stormy' land,... | |
 | John Struthers - 1822 - 276 lehte
...-rt : 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...glen rode armed men, Their trampling sounded nearer. — " O haste thee, haste !" the lady cries, " Though tempests round us gather; " I'll meet the raging... | |
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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... 
