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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... "
The Poetical Works of Rogers, Campbell, J. Montombery, Lamb, and Kirke White ... - Page 147
1836 - 444 pages
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Journeys Through Bookland: A New and Original Plan for Reading ..., Volume 6

Charles Herbert Sylvester - Anthologies - 1922
...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:...shall not tarry; So though the waves are raging white, I'll row you o'er the ferry." "BOATMAN, DO NOT TARRY!" By this the storm grew loud apace, The water-wraith...
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A Book of British and American Verse

Henry Van Dyke, Hardin Craig, Asa Don Dickinson - American poetry - 1922 - 1908 pages
...go, my chief— I 'm ready :— It is not for your silver bright ; But for your winsome lady: 20 " 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;...
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The Modern Student's Book of English Literature

Harry Morgan Ayres - English literature - 1924 - 898 pages
...slain her lover?" — Out spoke the hardy Highland wight, "I'll go, my chief — I'm ready : — It is not seldom hast granted thy help to essay, Carry...In that act where my soul was thy servant, thy wo I'll row you o'er the ferry." — By this the storm grew loud apace, The water-wraith was shrieking...
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The Library of Poetry and Song, Volume 1

William Cullen Bryant - American poetry - 1925 - 1100 pages
...slain her lover?" Out spoke the hardy Highland wight, "I 'II 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, 1 '11 row you o'er the ferry." j By this the storm grew loud apace, The water-wrnith was shrieking...
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St. Nicholas: A Monthly Magazine for Boys and Girls, Volume 3, Part 1

Children's literature - 1876
...anxiously behind. Next verse : Outspoke the hardy Highland wight, " I Mi go, my chief, I 'm ready. It is not for your silver bright, But for your winsome lady. " And by my word ! the bonnic bird In danger shall not tarry ; So though the waves arc raging white, I '11 row you o'er the...
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Annual Register, Volume 46

Edmund Burke - History - 1805
...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...The water-wraith was shrieking, And in the scowl of heav'n each face Grew dark, as they were speaking. And as the night grew drearer, Adown the glen rode...
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New Oxford English, Volume 2

Anne Powling, John O'Connor - English language - 1996 - 160 pages
...wind, And as the night grew drearer, Adown the glen rode armed men, Their trampling sounded nearer. '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.' 8 For sore dismayed, through storm and shade, His child he did discover:...
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Nelson English - Book 3 Copymaster Resource Book, Book 3

John Jackman, Wendy Wren - Juvenile Nonfiction - 2014 - 120 pages
...thev have slain her Io\er?' Out spake the hardy Highland wight. 'I'll go. my chief. I'm ready: It is not for your silver bright. But for your winsome lady...shall not tarry: So though the waves are raging white I'll row you o'er the fern.' By this the storm grew loud apace. The water-wraith was shrieking: And...
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胡适诗歌翻译研究

廖七一 - Poetry - 2006 - 344 pages
...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:...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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