 Curst be the heart that thought the thought, And curst the hand that fired the shot, When in my arms Burd Helen dropt, And died to succour me ! 0 think na ye my heart was sair, When my love dropt down and spak' nae mair ! There did she swoon wi' meikle...  The Western Educational Review - Page 1461871Full view - About this book
 | American poetry - 1923 - 748 pages
...where Helen lies, Night and day on me she cries; O that I were where Helen lies On fair Kirconnel lea! Curst be the heart that thought the thought, And curst...fired the shot, When in my arms burd Helen dropt, And died for sake o' me! 1 Shall not lose 0 think na but my heart was sair When my love dropt down... | |
 | Elizabeth M. Knowles - Language Arts & Disciplines - 1999 - 1160 pages
...Helen lies, Night and day on me she cries; 0 that I were where Helen lies, On fair Kirkconnell lea! Curst be the heart that thought the thought, And curst the hand that tired the shot, When in my arms burd Helen dropt, And died to succour me! 'Helen ol Kirkconnell' 19... | |
 | James Reed - Literary Collections - 2003 - 198 pages
...Helen lies! Night and day on me she cries; O that I were where Helen lies, On fair Kirconnell Lee! Curst be the heart that thought the thought, And curst...fired the shot, When in my arms burd Helen dropt, And died to succour me! 0 think na ye my heart was sair, When my love dropt down and spak nae mair!... | |
 | Walter Scott - 2006 - 490 pages
...Helen lies! Night and day on me she cries; O that I were where Helen lies, On fair Kirconnell Lee! Curst be the heart, that thought the thought, And...the hand, that fired the shot, When in my arms burd 72 Helen dropt, And died to succour me! O think na ye my heart was sair, When my love dropt down and... | |
 | Walter Scott - Fiction - 2006 - 442 pages
...Helen lies! Night and day on me she cries; 0 that I were where Helen lies, On fair Kirconnell Lee! Curst be the heart, that thought the thought, And...curst the hand, that fired the shot, When in my arms burd72 Helen dropt, And died to succour me! 0 think na ye my heart was sair, When my love dropt down... | |
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