 | Thomas Campbell - Wyoming Valley (Pa.) - 1810 - 272 pages
...shall not tarry; , ' 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 ;» And in the scowl of heav'n each face Grew dark as they were speaking. » The evil spirit of the waters. 35 But still as... | |
 | Parodies - 1813 - 410 pages
...are raging white, I'|l row you o'er the 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, as wilder blew the wind, And as the night grew drearer, . Adown the glen rode armed men,—... | |
 | 1817 - 292 pages
...contrast with the highland sterility, and bare rocks, which we had eft behind us ; but here again — —the water wraith was shrieking, And, in the scowl of heaven, each face Grew dark as ice were speaking.* The road to Stirling winded serpentinely round the town, so that we had it always... | |
 | John Struthers - 1822 - 276 pages
...thf a silver poutul 7b rvtf t/s etr the fr/ -rt : 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... | |
 | Allan Cunningham - 1825 - 756 pages
...waves are raging white, I'll row ye o'er the 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 as wilder blew the wind, And as the night grew drearer, Adown the glen rode armed men, Their... | |
 | John Barclay (of Calcots.) - English language - 1826 - 184 pages
...from London to Portsmouth, in the Buchan Dialect. 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. Campbell. Red came the river down, and loud and oft The angry spirit of the water shriek'd. Douglas, a Tragedy.... | |
 | John White (A.M.) - 1826 - 340 pages
...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 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... | |
 | English poetry - 1828 - 814 pages
...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 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... | |
 | British poets - 1828 - 838 pages
...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 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 mm ; Their... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1828 - 258 pages
...'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 waters. But still as wilder blew the wind, And as the night grew drearer,... | |
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But still as wilder blew the wind, And as the night grew drearer, Adown the 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, But not an angry... 
