 | sir Walter Scott (bart.) - 1866 - 656 pages
...come ye in peace here, or come ye in war, Or to dance at our bridal, young Lord Lochinvar ? " — " I long woo'd 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, i To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine.... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1866 - 1204 pages
...O come ye in peace here, or come ye in war, Or to dance at our bridal, young Lord Lochinvar?" — " I long woo'd 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, i To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine.... | |
 | Child welfare - 1935 - 1060 pages
...ye in peace here, or come ye in war, Or to dance at our bridal, young Lord Lochinvar?" "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... | |
 | James W. Gousseff - Pantomimes - 1981 - 236 pages
...ye in peace here, or come ye in war, Or to dance at our bridal, young Lord Lochinvar?' '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 cne cup of wine.... | |
 | Sir Walter Scott - Literary Collections - 2003 - 258 pages
...word,) 'O come ye in peace here, or come ye in war, Or to dance at our bridal, young Lord Lochinvar?' 'I long woo'd your daughter, my suit you denied; Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like the tide And now am I come, with this lost love of mine, To lead but one measure, drink one cup of... | |
 | Michael Harrison, Christopher Stuart-Clark - Juvenile Nonfiction - 2004 - 166 pages
...word,) 'O come ye in peace here, or come ye in war, Or to dance at our bridal, young Lord Lochinvar?' 'I long woo'd 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.... | |
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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,... 
