 | John Docwra Parry - 1829 - 460 lehte
...slain her lover? " Out-spoke the hardy Highland wight, " I '11 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 '11 row you o'er the ferry." By this the storm grew loud apace, The water-wraith * was shrieking ;... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1830 - 250 lehte
...have slain her lover?" Outspoke the hardy Highland wight, ' I'll fro, 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 you o'er the ferry." By this the storm grew loud apace^ The water wraith was shrieking ;*... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1830 - 248 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...not tarry ; So, though the 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 ;*... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1830 - 248 lehte
...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 apace, The water wraith was shrieking ;* And in the scowl of heav'n each face Grew dark as they were speaking.... | |
 | Thomas Ewing - 1832 - 428 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...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... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1835 - 258 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, I'll row you o'er the ferry." By this the storm grew loud apace, The water wraith was shrieking ;*... | |
 | Michael Scott - 1835 - 360 lehte
...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 - 514 lehte
...have 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;' And... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1837 - 332 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...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 ;... | |
 | William Graham (teacher of elocution.) - 1837 - 370 lehte
...I'll go, my chief — I'm ready : It is not for your silver bright, But for your winsome lady : Z " And, 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 apace, The water-wraith was shrieking ; And,... | |
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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... 
