 | Francis William Newman - 1861 - 120 lehte
...by these indirect methods. I proceed to my own metre. It is exhibited in this stanza of Campbell : By this the storm grew loud apace : The waterwraith was shrieking, And in the scowl of heav'n each face Grew dark as they were speaking. Whether I use this metre well or ill, I maintain... | |
 | Coventry Patmore - 1862 - 372 lehte
...they have 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 ; And... | |
 | John Charles Curtis - 1863 - 178 lehte
...have 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 ; And,... | |
 | James Fleming - 1863 - 404 lehte
...have 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 ;... | |
 | George Stillman Hillard - 1843 - 260 lehte
...I'll go, my chief; I'm ready ; It is not for your silver bright, But for your winsome 4 lady : — 6. "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." 7. By this the storm grew loud apace,' The water-wraith8 was shrieking,... | |
 | Playtime - 1863 - 436 lehte
...— It is not for your silver bright, But for your winsome lady : — K 130 LORD ULLIN'S DAUGHTEB. " 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;... | |
 | Book - 1865 - 308 lehte
...the hardy Highland witrht, " I'll fro, my ehief I'm ready . It is not for your .silver bright, I5ut for your winsome lady : " And by my word ! the bonny...danger shall not tarry : So, though the waves are rajrinjj white, I'll row you o'er the ferry." By this the storm grew loivl apaoe, The water-wraith... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1866 - 506 lehte
...they our steps discover, Then who will cheer my bonny bride When they have slain her lover ? "— 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... | |
 | 1866 - 524 lehte
...they our steps discover, Then who will cheer my bonny bride When they have slain her lover ? " — 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;... | |
 | English poetry - 1866 - 180 lehte
...have 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;... | |
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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... 
