 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
 | English poetry - 1866 - 392 pages
...lies ; Night and day on me she cries ; O that I were where Helen lies, On fair Kirkconnell lee. f ' Curst be the heart that thought the thought, And curst the hand that fired the shot, When in my arms bird Helen dropt And died to succour me! Oh, think ye na my heart was sair, When my love dropt down... | |
 | Ballads - 1867 - 638 pages
...Helen lies ! Night and day on me she cries ; Oh that I were where Helen lies, On fair Kirkconnell 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 ! Fierce. oh. thlnk ye im my hmit won anlr. , On t'uir Kirkcoiiiifll lev —... | |
 | John S. Roberts - Ballads, English - 1868 - 674 pages
...Helen lies! Night and day on me she cries ; O that I were where Helen lies, On fair Kirkconnell 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 ! O think ye na my heart was sair, When my love dropt down and spake nae mair!... | |
 | Richard Chenevix Trench (abp. of Dublin) - 1868 - 458 pages
...that I were where Helen lies On fair Kirconnell lea! Curst be the heart that thought the thought, 5 And curst the hand that fired the shot, When in my arms burd Helen dropt, And died to succour me! Oh think na but my heart was sair, When my Love dropt down and spak nae mair... | |
 | Scottish border - 1869 - 624 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 ! O think na ye my heart was sair, When my love dropt down and spak nae mair... | |
 | Sir Francis Hastings Charles Doyle (bart.), F. H. Doyle - English poetry - 1869 - 142 pages
...Helen lies; Night and day on me she cries; Oh that I were where Helen lies, On fair Kirkonnel lea. Curst be the heart that thought the thought. And curst...fired the shot, When in my arms Burd Helen dropt, And died to rescue me. Oh, think na ye my heart was sair, When my love dropt down and spak nae mair;... | |
 | English poetry - 1869 - 444 pages
...Helen lies : Night and day on me she cries ; O that I were where Helen lies On fair Kirconnell lea ! Curst- be the heart that thought the thought, And...the hand that fired the shot, When in my arms burd _Helen dropt, And died to succour me 1 0 think na but my heart was sair When my Love dropt down and... | |
 | Glasgow Academical Club - English literature - 1870 - 138 pages
...Helen lies ! Night and day on me she cries ; O that I were where Helen lies On fair Kirkconnell lee ! Curst be the heart that thought the thought, And curst...that fired the shot, When in my arms burd Helen dropt And died to succour me ! O think ye na my heart was sair, When my love dropt down and spake nae mair... | |
 | 1870 - 464 pages
...that I were where Helen lies On fair Kirconnell lea ! Curst be the heart that thought the thought, 5 And curst the hand that fired the shot, When in my arms burd Helen dropt, And died to succour me ! Oh think na but my heart was sair, When my Love dropt down and spak nae mair... | |
 | James Russell Lowell - 1870 - 342 pages
...swiftness of movement and savage sincerity of feeling. Its shuddering compression is masterly. Compare " Curst be the heart that thought the thought, And curst the hand that 11 rod the shot, When in my arms burd Helen dropt, That died to succor me I O, think ye not my heart... | |
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