 | American poetry - 1927 - 490 pages
...have slain her lover?" Out spoke the hardy island 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... | |
 | Edmondstoune Duncan - Ballads, English - 1927 - 658 pages
...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,... | |
 | Children's literature - 1876 - 440 pages
...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... | |
 | Edmund Burke - History - 1805 - 910 pages
...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... | |
 | Anne Powling, John O'Connor, Geoff Barton - Juvenile Nonfiction - 1996 - 166 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:... | |
 | John Jackman, Wendy Wren - English language - 2000 - 124 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... | |
 | 廖七一 - Poetry - 2006 - 362 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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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... 
