 | 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,... | |
 | 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
...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...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.... | |
 | 1866 - 524 lehte
...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
...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;... | |
 | John William Stanhope Hows - 1866 - 574 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, By this the storm grew loud apace ; The water-wraith was shrieking ; And in the scowl of heaven each... | |
 | James Fleming - 1866 - 382 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... | |
 | English poetry - 1866 - 194 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...bonny bird In danger shall not tarry ; So, though the wavrs are raging white, I'll row you o'er the ferry." — By this the storm grew loud apace, The water-wraith... | |
 | John Epy Lovell - 1866 - 568 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...bonny bird In danger shall not tarry : So, though the wares are raging white, I'll row you o'er the ferry." By this the storm grew loud apace ; The water... | |
 | Epes Sargent - 1867 - 540 lehte
...have slain her lover J " 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'll row you o'er the ferry." By this the storm grew loud apace, the water- wraith81 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... 
