 | Harry Morgan Ayres, Frederick Morgan Padelford - 1924 - 942 pagina’s
...prevailing ; Lord Ullin reached that fatal shore, His wrath was changed to wailing. — For sore dismayed, ng toune, Drinking the blude-reid wine : "O whar will I get guid sailor, To stretched for aid, And one was round her lover. "Come back! come back!" he cried in grief, "Across... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1925 - 408 pagina’s
...prevailing : Lord Ullin reached that fatal shore, His wrath was changed to wailing. For sore dismayed, through storm and shade, His child he did discover : One lovely hand she stretched for aid, And one was round her lover. "Come back ! come back ! " he cried in grid, "Across... | |
 | Edmondstoune Duncan - 1927 - 634 pagina’s
...For, sore dismayed, through storm and shade His child he did discover : One lovely hand she stretched for aid, And one was round her lover. ' Come back...And I'll forgive your Highland chief, My daughter ! O my daughter ! ' 47' 'Twas vain : the loud waves lashed the shore, Return or aid preventing : The... | |
 | 1927 - 490 pagina’s
...prevailing; Lord Ullin reached that fatal shore, His wrath was changed to wailing. For sore dismayed through storm and shade, His child he did discover: One lovely hand she stretched for aid, And one was round her lover. "Come back! come back!" he cried in grief, "Across... | |
 | Edmondstoune Duncan - 1927 - 658 pagina’s
...prevailing : Lord Ullin reached that fatal shore — His wrath was changed to wailing. For, sore dismayed, through storm and shade His child he did discover : One lovely hand she stretched for aid, And one was round her lover. ' Come back ! come back ! ' he cried in grief ' Across... | |
 | 1882 - 958 pagina’s
...drooping leaves ; It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves." " For sore dismayed through storm and shade, His child he did discover — One lovely hand was stretched for aid, And one was round her lover." ' ' Not a lord in all the county Is so great as... | |
 | George Philip Krapp - 1908 - 298 pagina’s
...raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory. — WOLFE, The Burial of Sir John Moore. {14) "Come back! Come back!" he cried in grief, "Across...your Highland chief, My daughter, oh, my daughter!" 'Twos vain. The loud waves lashed the shore, Return or aid preventing: The waters wild went o'er his... | |
 | William Holmes McGuffey - 1879 - 372 pagina’s
...For sore dismayed through storm and shade His child he did discover; One lovely hand she stretched for aid, And one was round her lover. "Come back!...And I'll forgive your Highland chief, My daughter! O, my daughter!" 'Twas vain: the loud waves lashed the shore, Return or aid preventing: The waters... | |
 | Anne Powling, John O'Connor, Geoff Barton - 1996 - 166 pagina’s
...not tarry; So though the waves are raging white, I'll row you o'er the ferry.' 8 For sore dismayed, through storm and shade, His child he did discover: One lovely hand she stretched for aid, And one was round her lover. 9 Out spoke the hardy Highland wight, 'I'll go, my... | |
 | Charles K. Wolfe - 1997 - 212 pagina’s
...of the sea, But not an angry father." 5. "Come back, come back," he cried in grief, Don't cross the stormy water, And I'll forgive your Highland chief, My daughter, oh my daughter." 6. Too late, too late; the angry waves Their fury not relenting, The waters wild flowed o'er his child... | |
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I'll forgive your Highland chief. My daughter ! Oh ! my daughter... 
