 | Thomas Campbell - 1821 - 254 páginas
...word ! the honny hird ' In danger shall not tarry i * 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 i* And in the scowl of heav'n each face Grew dark as they were speaking. But still as wilder hlew the... | |
 | John Struthers - 1822 - 276 páginas
...especially, all the characteristics of his powerful genius. The single stanza, By this the storm grew Mud apace, The water-Wraith was shrieking ; And In the...heaven each face Grew dark as they were speaking. Is worth a Volume of the singsong stuff that Is frequently obtruded upoh the world, and praised too,... | |
 | John White (A.M.) - 1826 - 340 páginas
...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...heaven, each face Grew dark as they were speaking. z 2 But still as wilder blew the wind, < •••~.. And as the night grew drearer, Adown the glen... | |
 | John Barclay (of Calcots.) - 1826 - 184 páginas
...A water-wraith or some gruous ghaist. — Journal from London to Portsmouth, in the Buchan Dialect. By this the storm grew loud apace, The water-wraith...heaven each face Grew dark as they were speaking. Campbell. Red came the river down, and loud and oft The angry spirit of the water shriek'd. Douglas,... | |
 | 1828 - 814 páginas
...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...glen rode armed men, Their trampling sounded nearer. — ' Oh ! haste thee, haste ! the lady cries, Though tempest round us gather ; I'll meet the raging... | |
 | British poets - 1828 - 838 páginas
...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 night grew drearer, Adown the glen rode armed mm ; Their trampling sounded nearer. O haste thee, haste ! the lady cries. Though tempests round us... | |
 | William Brittainham Lacey - 1828 - 308 páginas
...word ! the bonny bird ' In danger shall not tarry ; 4 So, though the waves are raging white, ' I'll row you o'er the ferry. — By this the storm grew...The water-wraith was shrieking ; And in the scowl of heav'n each face Grew dark as they were speaking. But still as wilder blew the wind, And as the night... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1828 - 258 páginas
...! the bonny bird ' In danger shall not tarry ; ' So though the waves are raging white, • ' I '11 row you o'er the ferry.' — By this the storm grew loud apace, The water-wraith was shrieking ;a And in the scowl of heaven each face Grew dark as they were speaking. » The evil spirit of the... | |
 | John Docwra Parry - 1829 - 460 páginas
...by my word ! the bonny bird In danger shall not tarry ; So, though the waves are raging white, I '11 row you o'er the ferry." By this the storm grew loud...(the lady cries), Though tempests round us gather ; I '11 meet the raging of the skies, But not an angry father." The boat has left a stormy land, A... | |
 | Samuel Rogers - 1829 - 520 páginas
...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...heaven each face Grew dark as they were speaking. But «till as wilder blew the wind, And a* the night grew drearer, Ad own the glen rode armed men, Their... | |
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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 armed men — Their trampling... 
