| Allan Cunningham - 1825 - 756 pągines
...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...glen rode armed men, Their trampling sounded nearer. O haste thee, haste! the lady cries: Though tempests round us gather, I'll meet the raging of the skies,... | |
| Allan Cunningham - 1825 - 388 pągines
...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...glen rode armed men, Their trampling sounded nearer. O haste thee, haste ! the lady cries : Though tempests round us gather, I'll meet the raging of the... | |
| John White (A.M.) - 1826 - 340 pągines
...water-wraith was shrieking, And, in the scowl of heaven, each face Grew dark as they were speaking. z 2 But still as wilder blew the wind, < •••~.....the lady cries, " Though tempests round us gather, I'll meet the raging of the skies, But not an angry father !"— The boat has left a stormy land, A... | |
| William Brittainham Lacey - 1828 - 308 pągines
...bright ; ' But for your winsome lady : ' And by my word ! the bonny bird ' In danger shall not tarry ; 4 So, though the waves are raging white, ' I'll row...the lady cries, ' Though tempests round us gather; I'll meet the raging of the skies : 4 But not an angry father.' — The boat has left a stormy land,... | |
| 1828 - 814 pągines
...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...' Oh ! haste thee, haste ! the lady cries, Though tempest round us gather ; I'll meet the raging of the skies ; But not an angry father.' — The boat... | |
| British poets - 1828 - 838 pągines
...ferry. By this the storm grew loud apace ; The water-wraith was shrieking; And in the scowl of heaven > xϪ mS s 3 ' >vٮ{z/ \U _ ^ mm ; Their trampling sounded nearer. O haste thee, haste ! the lady cries. Though tempests round us... | |
| Thomas Campbell - 1828 - 258 pągines
...in the scowl of heaven each face Grew dark as they were speaking. » The evil spirit of the waters. But still as wilder blew the wind, And as the night...glen rode armed men, Their trampling sounded nearer. — ' O haste thee, haste !' the lady cries, ' Though tempests round us gather ; ' I '11 meet the raging... | |
| John Docwra Parry - 1829 - 460 pągines
...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...glen rode armed men ; Their trampling sounded nearer. " O, haste thee, haste ! (the lady cries), Though tempests round us gather ; I '11 meet the raging... | |
| Thomas Campbell - 1830 - 248 pągines
...are raging white, 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 heav'n each face...glen rode armed men, Their trampling sounded nearer. — * The evil spirit of the waters. E " 0 haste thee, haste !" the lady cries, " Though tempests round... | |
| Thomas Campbell - 1830 - 250 pągines
...are raging white, 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 heav'n each face...And as the night grew drearer, Adown the glen rode armeJ men, Their trampling sounded nearer.— • * The evil spirit of the waters, " O haste thee,... | |
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