 | Walter Scott - 1855 - 424 pagina’s
...up, He qnafTd off the wine, and ho threw down the eup. She look'd down to blush, and she look'd up to sigh, With a smile on her lips, and a tear in her eye. He took her soft hand, ere her mother eould bar,— " Now tread we a measure l" said young Loehinvar. So stately his form, and so lovely... | |
 | John Frost - 1855 - 462 pagina’s
...up, He quafFd off the wine, and he threw down the cup. She look'd down to blush, and she look'd up to sigh, With a smile on her lips, and a tear in her eye. He look her soft hand, ere her mother could bar, — " Now tread we a measure !" said young Lochinvar.... | |
 | John Bartlett - 1856 - 660 pagina’s
...often told. * Unwept, unnoted, and forever dead. Pope's Odyssey. Book v. 402. Canto v. St. 12. • With a smile on her lips and a tear in her eye. Canto'iv. St. 14. And dar'st thou then To beard the lion in his den ? Canto vi. St. 30. Oh woman !... | |
 | Thomas Ewing - 1857 - 428 pagina’s
...bride to the young Lochinvar."—' The bride kissed the goblet ; the knight 'took it up, He quaffed off the wine, and he threw down the cup. She looked down to blush, and she looked up to sigh, With a smile on her lips, and a tear in her eye. He took her soft hand, ere her mother... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1857 - 364 pagina’s
...bride to the young Lochinvar.' The bride kissed the goblet ; the knight took it up, He quaffed off the wine, and he threw down the cup. She looked down to blush, and she looked up to sigh, With a smile on her lips, and a tear in her eye. He took her soft hand, ere her mother... | |
 | 1857 - 280 pagina’s
...be bride to the young Lochinvar." The bride kissed the goblet, the knight took it up, He quaffed off the wine, and he threw down the cup, She looked down to blush, and she looked up to sigh, With a smile on her lip, and a tear in her eye. He took her soft hand, ere her mother could... | |
 | English poetry - 1857 - 334 pagina’s
...bride to the young Lochinvar." The bride kissed the goblet ; the knight took it up, He quaffed off the wine, and he threw down the cup. She looked down to blush, and she looked up to sigh, With a smile on her lips and a tear in her eye. He took her soft hand, ere her mother could... | |
 | Beautiful poetry - 1859 - 420 pagina’s
...our bridal, young Lord Lochinvar." The bride kissed the goblet; the knight took it up, He quaffed off the wine, and he threw down the cup, She looked down to blush, and she looked up to sigh, With a smile on her lips and a tear in her eye, He took her soft hand, ere her mother could... | |
 | 1859 - 374 pagina’s
...bride to the young Lochinvar." The bride kissed the goblet ; the knight took it up, He quaffed off the wine, and he threw down the cup. She looked down to blush, and she looked up to sigh, With a smile on her lip, and a tear in her eye. He took her soft hand, ere her mother could... | |
 | J. C. - 1860 - 196 pagina’s
...up, He quaff*d off the wine, and he threw down the cup. She look'd down to blush, and she look'd up to sigh, With a smile on her lips, and a tear in her eye. He took her soft hand, eve her mother could bar,— "Now tread we a measure!" said young 1-,ochinvar. So stately his form,... | |
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The bride kissed the goblet : the knight took it up, He quaffed off the wine, and he threw down the cup. She looked down to blush, and she looked up to sigh, With a smile on her lips and a tear in her eye. He took her soft hand, ere her mother could bar,... 
