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Page 126 - LORD ULLIN'S DAUGHTER. A CHIEFTAIN, to the Highlands bound, Cries, " Boatman, do not tarry! And I '11 give thee a silver pound To row us o'er the ferry." "Now who be ye, would cross Lochgyle, This dark and stormy water ? " "O, I 'm the chief of Ulva's isle, And this Lord Ullin's danghter. "And fast
Page 52 - Bell was seen, A darker speck on the ocean green : Sir Ralph the Rover walked his deck, And he fixed his eye on the darker speck. He felt the cheering power of spring; It made him whistle, it made him sing: His heart was mirthful to excess, But the Rover's mirth was wickedness.
Page 217 - feat of arms I tell; Soft is the note, and sad the lay That mourns the lovely Rosabelle. " Moor, moor the barge, ye gallant crew; And, gentle lady, deign to stay! Rest thee in Castle Ravenshench, Nor tempt the stormy firth to-day. "The blackening wave is edged with white; To inch and rock the sea-mews
Page 59 - martlet, does approve, By his loved mansionry, that the heaven's breath Smells wooingly here; no jutty, frieze, Buttress, nor coigne of vantage, but this bird Hath made his pendent bed and procreant cradle. Where they most breed and
Page 37 - may question ? You seem to understand me, By each at once her choppy finger laying Upon her skinny lips. You should be women, And yet your beards forbid me to interpret That you are so. MACS. Speak, if
Page 54 - Sir Ralph the Rover tore his hair, He curst himself in his despair: The waves rush in on every side; * The ship is sinking beneath the tide. But even in his dying fear One dreadful sound could the Rover hear, — A sound as if, with the Incheape Bell, The
Page 52 - sun in heaven was shining gay; All things were joyful on that day; The sea-birds screamed as they wheeled round, And there was joyance in their sound. The buoy of the Incheape Bell was seen, A darker speck on the ocean green : Sir Ralph the Rover walked his deck, And
Page 127 - apace, The -water-wraith was shrieking; And in the scowl of heaven each face Grew dark as they were speaking. Adown the glen rode armed men,— Their trampling sounded nearer. " 0, haste thee, haste!" the lady cries, "Though tempests round us gather;
Page 60 - Their winding-sheet the bluidy clay, Their graves are growing green to see, And by them lies the dearest lad That ever blest a woman's e'e ! Now wae to thee, thou cruel lord, A bluidy man I trow thou be! For monie a heart thou hast made sair, That ne'er did wrong to thine or thee.
Page 118 - of vegetative power, The weary eye may ken ; For all is rocks at random thrown, Black waves, bare crags, and banks of stone, As if were here denied The summer sun, the spring's sweet dew, That clothe with many a varied hue The bleakest mountain-side. And wilder, forward as they wound, Were the