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" I long wooed your daughter, my suit you denied : Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide ; And now am I come, with this lost love of mine To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine. There are maidens in Scotland, more lovely by far, That... "
The Annual Register, Or, A View of the History, Politics, and Literature for ... - Trang 214
1810
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The Edinburgh Review: Or Critical Journal, Tập 12

1808 - 556 trang
...the bride'* father, his hand on his (word!, (For the poor craven bridegroom faid never a wurd,) " O come ye in peace here, or come ye in war, Or to dance...Lord Lochinvar ? " " I long wooed your daughter, my fuit yon denied ; — Love fwells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide—- And now am I come, wjth...

Marmion;: A Tale of Flodden Field, Tập 1

Walter Scott - 1808 - 526 trang
...the bride's father, his hand on his sword, (For the poor craven bridegroom said never a word,) " O come ye in peace here, or come ye in war, Or to dance...my suit you denied; — * « Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide — And now am I come, with this lost love of mine, To lead but one...

The Monthly Mirror: Reflecting Men and Manners: With Strictures on ..., Tập 4

1808 - 416 trang
...sword, (For the poor craven bridegroom said never a word,) ' O come you in peace here, or come you in war, Or to dance at our bridal, young Lord Lochinvar?'...daughter, my suit you denied ; — Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide — And now am I come, with this lost love of mine, To lead but one...

Select Reviews, Tập 1-2

1809 - 914 trang
...to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar. So boldly he entered the Nctherby hall, Among bridesmen, and kinsmen, and brothers, and all ; Then spoke the...daughter, my suit you denied ; — Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide — And now am I come, with this lost love of mine, To lead but one...

Select Reviews, and Spirit of the Foreign Magazines, Tập 1

Enos Bronson - 1809 - 494 trang
...spoke the bride's father, his hand on his sword, (For the poor craven bridegroom said never a word) " O come ye in peace here, or come ye in war, Or to dance...daughter, my suit you denied ; — Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide — And now am I come, with this lost love of mine, To lead but one...

Essays on Song-writing: With a Collection of Such English Songs as are Most ...

John Aikin, Robert Harding Evans - 1810 - 508 trang
...the bride's father, his hand on his sword, (For the poor craven bridegroom said never a word,) " O come ye in peace here, or come ye in war, Or to dance...my suit you denied ;•: — Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide — . And now am I come, with this lost love of mine, To lead but one...

Vocal Poetry: Or, A Select Collection of English Songs. To which is Prefixed ...

John Aikin - 1810 - 330 trang
...spoke the bride's father, his hand on his sword, (Forthe poor craven bridegroomspokeneveraword) " O come ye in peace here, or come ye in war, Or to dance...daughter, my suit you denied ; Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide ; And now I am come, with this lost love of mine, To lead but one measure,...

Marmion

sir Walter Scott (bart.) - 1810 - 532 trang
...the bride's father, his hand on his sword, (For the poor craven bridegroom said never a word,) " O come ye in peace here, or come ye in war, Or to dance at our bridal, young Lord Lochinvar i "• — " I long wooed your daughter, my suit you denied ; — Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs...

Essays on Song-writing: With a Collection of Such English Songs as are Most ...

John Aikin - 1810 - 386 trang
...the bride's father, his hand on his sword, (For the poor craven bridegroom said never a word,) " O come ye in peace here, or come ye in war, Or to dance at our bridal, young Lord Lochinvar ? z " I long wooed your daughter, my suit you denied ; — Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like...

The Annual Register of World Events: A Review of the Year, Tập 50

Edmund Burke - 1810 - 960 trang
...the bride's father, his hand on his swonl, (For the poor craven bridegroom said never a word,) «' O come ye in peace here, or come ye in war, Or to dance at our bridal, young lord Lochiavar ?" — *( I long wooed your daughter, my suit you denied ;•— • Love swells like the...




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