 | Samuel Rogers - 1839 - 510 lehte
...have 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 lady...bird In danger shall not tarry ; So, though the waves arc raging white, I '11 row you o'er the ferry." By this the storm grew loud apace, The water-wraith... | |
 | Jewel - 1839 - 352 lehte
...the hardy Highland wight, — " I'll go, my Chief, — I'm ready; It is not for your silver pound, But for your winsome lady. " And by my word, the bonny...shall not tarry, So, though the waves are raging white 111 row you o'er the ferry." By this the storm grew loud apace, The angry winds were shrieking, And... | |
 | 1840 - 652 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 lady....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... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1840 - 376 lehte
...slain her lover ?" — Out spoke the hardy Highland wight, " I'll go, my chief — I'm ready : — 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... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1841 - 332 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 lady:...my word! the bonny bird In danger shall not tarry; Bo, though the waves are raging white, I'll row you o'er the ferry." * Ireland my darling, — Ireland... | |
 | 1862 - 512 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 lady...not tarry; So, though the waves are raging white, I'1l row you o'er the ferry." By this the storm grew loud apace, The water- wraith was shrieking; And... | |
 | Samuel Rogers - 1843 - 516 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 lady...not tarry ; So, though the waves are raging white, I'1l row you o'er the ferry." By this the storm grew loud apace, The water-wraith was shrieking ; s... | |
 | Quaver - 1844 - 552 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, By this the storm grew loud apace, The water-wraith was shrieking ; And in the scowl of heaven, each... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1844 - 178 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 lady...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 Bentley Fowle - 1844 - 302 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 lady...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... 
