I wish I were where Helen lies ! Night and day on me she cries ; And I am weary of the skies, For her sake that died for me. The Academical - Pagina 93door Glasgow Academical Club - 1870 - 127 pagina’sVolledige weergave - Over dit boek
| 1792 - 822 pagina’s
...homage paid by me, In genuine TRUTH'* Simplicity. DELLA CRUSCA. A BALLAD. From PINKERTON'S COLLECTION. I WISH I were where Helen lies ! Night and day on me ihe cries To bear her company. 0 would that in her darklome bed My weary fra.ne to reft were laid,... | |
| Robert Jamieson - 1806 - 388 pagina’s
...in the mools at saught were laid, And the green truff closed o'er my head, On fair Kirkconnel-lee ! I wish I were where Helen lies, Night and day on me she cries ; — O, gin I were where Helen lies, In fair Kirkconnel-lee ! THE MER-MAN, 1 AND MARSTIG'S DAUGHTER. Translated... | |
| Walter Scott - 1806 - 458 pagina’s
...growing green, A winding sheet drawn ower my een, And I in Helen's arms lying, On fair Kirconnell Lee. I wish I were where Helen lies ! Night and day on me she cries ; And I am weary of the skies, For her sake that died for me. HUGHIE THE GRAEME. 1 HE Graemes, as we... | |
| Scottish border - 1812 - 516 pagina’s
...have, And do him save that's near his" grave, And dies for love of thcc. 328 FAIR HELEN. FART SECOND. I WISH I were where Helen lies! Night and day on me...she cries ; O that I were where Helen lies, On fair Kirconnel Lee ! Curst be the heart that thought the thought, And curst the hand that fired the shot,... | |
| Scottish border - 1821 - 472 pagina’s
...growing green, A winding sheet drawn ower my een, And I in Helen's arms lying, On fair Kirconnell Lee. I wish I were where Helen lies ! Night and day on me she cries ; And I am weary of the skies, For her sake that died for me. HUGHIE THE GRAEME. THE Graemes, as we... | |
| Walter Scott - 1833 - 1104 pagina’s
...pity have, And do him save that's near his grave, And dies for love of then. FAIB HELEV. PART SECOND. I WISH I were where 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 the hand that firea the shot,... | |
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