 | Thomas Campbell - 1819 - 188 lehte
...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 apace, The water-wraith was shrieking ; 2 And in the scowl of heav'n each face Grew dark as they were speaking. But still as wilder blew... | |
 | 1820 - 344 lehte
...they have traced her lover.— Outspoke the brawny border wight I'll do't my Lord, I'm ready, It isn't for your silver bright, But for your winsome lady...bird In danger shall not tarry ; So— though the noise of hoofs be heard, I'll bar the door and marry. By this the noise grew loud apace, The greaseless... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1821 - 254 lehte
...word ! the honny hird ' In danger shall not tarry i * 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 i* And in the scowl of heav'n each face Grew dark as they were speaking. But still as wilder hlew the... | |
 | John Struthers - 1822 - 276 lehte
...have 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...not tarry ; " So, though the waves are raging white, DAITGHTEJR ///>//////////, d& net tarty f Andltifftrf thf a silver poutul 7b rvtf t/s etr the fr/ -rt... | |
 | Allan Cunningham - 1825 - 756 lehte
...When they have 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...not tarry; So, though the waves are raging white, I'll row ye o'er the ferry. By this the storm grew loud apace, The water-wraith was shrieking; And... | |
 | John White (A.M.) - 1826 - 340 lehte
...have 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...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... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1828 - 258 lehte
...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...; ' 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... | |
 | 1828 - 814 lehte
...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...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,... | |
 | British poets - 1828 - 838 lehte
...Outspoke the hardy Highland-wight: I'll go, my chief— I'm ready: It in not for your silver bright, Bat for your winsome lady : And, by my word! the bonny...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; And... | |
 | William Brittainham Lacey - 1828 - 308 lehte
...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...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... | |
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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... 
