 | Caroline Howard Gilman - 1838 - 290 страници
...away. CHAPTER XIV. NEGRO SUPERSTITIONS. % The New Preacher. " Late, late yestreen I saw the new moone, Wi' the auld moone in hir arme; And I feir, I feir, my dier master, That you will com to harme." SIE PATRICK SPENCE.—Old Ballad. . - " Oh, sweeter than... | |
 | Half hours - 1847 - 616 страници
...O say na sae, my master deir, For I feir a deadlie storme, Late, late yestreen, I saw the new moone Wi' the auld moone in hir arme ; And I feir, I feir, my deir mastir, That we will com to harme. O our Scots nobles wer richt laith To weet their cork-heil'd schoone... | |
 | Caroline Howard Gilman - 1852 - 412 страници
...1 CHAPTER XIV. NEGRO SUPERSTITIONS. The New Preacher. '« Late, late yestreen I saw the new moone, Wi' the auld moone in hir arme ; And I feir, I feir, ray dier master, That you will com to harme." SIR PATRICK SPENCK.— Old Ballad. <c Oh, sweeter than... | |
 | Francis James Child - 1857 - 430 страници
...0 say na sae, my master deir, For I feir a deadlie storme. " Late late yestreen I saw the new moone Wi' the auld moone in hir arme ; And I feir, I feir, my deir master, That we will com to harme." O our Scots nobles wer richt laith To weet their cork-heild schoone... | |
 | Francis James Child - 1857 - 810 страници
...O say na sae, my master deir, For I feir a deadlie stonne. " Late late yestreen I saw the new moone Wi' the auld moone in hir arme ; And I feir, I feir, my deir master, That we will com to harme." O our Scots nobles wer rieht laith To weet their cork-heild schoone... | |
 | Francis James Child - 1857 - 438 страници
...O say na sae, my master deir, For I feir a deadlie storme. " Late late yestreen I saw the new moone Wi' the auld moone in hir arme ; And I feir, I feir, my deir master, That we will com to harme." O our Scots nobles wer richt laith To weet their cork-heild schoone... | |
 | English poetry - 1858 - 396 страници
...the morne.' ' 0 say na sae, my master deir, For I feir a deadlie storme. Late, late yestreen I saw the new moone 25 Wi' the auld moone in hir arme; And I feir, I feir, my deir master, That we will com to harme.' 0 our Scots nobles wer richt laith To weet their cork-heild schoone;... | |
 | Thomas Percy - 1860 - 578 страници
...sails the morne. 0 say na sae, my master deir, For I feir a deadlie storme. Late late yestreen I saw the new moone 25 Wi' the auld moone in hir arme ; And I feir, I feir, my deir master, That we will com to harme. 0 our Scots nobles wer richt laith To weot their cork-heild schoone... | |
 | David Herd - 1869 - 338 страници
...morne. O fay na foe, my mafter deir, For I feir a deadlie florme. Late late yeflreen I faw the new moone Wi' the auld moone in hir arme ; And I feir, I feir, my deir mafler, That we wull cum to harme. O our Scots nobles wer richt laith To weet their cork-heild moone... | |
 | David Herd, Sidney Gilpin - 1870 - 368 страници
...morne. O fay na fae, my mafter deir, For I feir a deadlie ftorme. Late late yeftreen I faw the new moone Wi' the auld moone in hir arme ; And I feir, I feir, my deir mafter, That we wull cum to harme. O our Scots nobles wer richt laith To weet their cork-heild fhoone ; Bot lang or... | |
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Late late yestreen I saw the new moone, Wi the auld moone in hir arme, And I feir, I feir, my deir master, That we will cum to harme. 
