 | Robert Turnbull - 1847 - 396 ページ
...the to-fall of the night t He lay a corpse on the Braes o' Yarrow. Much I rejoiced that waeful day ; I sang, my voice the woods returning, But lang ere night the spear was flown, That slew my love, and left me mourning. Yes, yea, prepare the bed of love, With bridal sheets my body cover, Unbar,... | |
 | Benjamin Hall Kennedy - 1850 - 364 ページ
...there was basely slain my luve, My luve, as he'd not been a lover. Much I rejoyced that waefu' day ; I sang, my voice the woods returning : But lang ere...was flown That slew my luve, and left me mourning. Yet, oh, prepare the bed of luve, With bridal sheets my body cover ; Unbar, ye bridal maids, the door,... | |
 | Abraham Mills - 1851 - 616 ページ
...to-fall of the night He lay a corpse on the Braes of Yarrow. Much I rejoiced that waeful waeful day; I sang, my voice the woods returning, But lang ere night the spear was flown That slew my love, and left me mourning. What can my barbarous barbarous father do, But with his cruel rage pursue... | |
 | 1851 - 362 ページ
...arm Thou mett'st, aud fell'st on the Braes of Yarrow. 45 l Much I rejoyc'd that waeful waeful day ; I sang, my voice the woods returning: But lang ere night the spear was flown, That slew my inve, and left me mourning. Sweet smells the hirk, green grows, green grows the grass, Yellow on Yarrow's... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1851 - 764 ページ
...night He lay a corpse on the Braes of Yarrow. Mach I rejoiced that waeful waeful day ; I sang, my Toice c 1оте, and left me mourning. What can my barbarous barbarous father do, But with his cruel rage pursue... | |
 | Thomas Percy - 1856 - 576 ページ
...Yarrow. 80 Much I rejoyc'd that waeful waeful day ; I sang, my voice the woods returning : But lang e'er night the spear was flown, That slew my luve, and...mourning. What can my barbarous barbarous father do, 85 But with his cruel rage pursue me ? My luver's blood is on thy spear, How canst thou, barbarous... | |
 | Joseph William Jenks - 1856 - 574 ページ
...; I sang, my voice the woods returning, But lang e'er night tho spear was flown That slew my love, erry peals shall swell tho breeze, And point with taper spire to heaven. lover's blood is on thy spear, How canst thou, barbarous man, then, woo me ? My happy sisters may be,... | |
 | English poetry - 1858 - 336 ページ
...toofall of the night He lay a corps on the Braes of Yarrow. so Much I rejoyc'd that waeful waeful day; I sang, my voice the woods returning : But lang ere...mourning. What can my barbarous barbarous father do, 85 But with his cruel rage pursue me ? My luver's blood is on thy spear, How canst thou, barbarous... | |
 | Charles Mackay - 1858 - 426 ページ
...I sang, my voice the woods returning ; But, lang ere nicht, the spear was flown, That slew my love, and left me mourning. " What can my barbarous, barbarous...father do, But with his cruel rage pursue me ? My lover's blnde is on thy spear — How canst thou, barbarous man, then, woo me '? " My happy sisters... | |
 | Abraham Mills - 1858 - 608 ページ
...to-fall of the night He lay a corpse on the Braes of Yarrow. Much I rejoiced that wacful wacful day; I sang, my voice the woods returning, But lang ere night the spear was flown That slew my love, and left me mourning. What can my barbarous barbarous father do, But with his cruel rage pursue... | |
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But ere the toofall of the night He lay a corps on the Braes of Yarrow. Much I rejoyc'd that waeful, waeful day ; I sang, my voice the woods returning : But lang ere night the spear was flown, That slew my luve, and left me mourning. 
