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" Curst be the heart that thought the thought, And curst the hand that fired the shot, When in my arms Burd Helen dropt, And died to succour me ! 0 think na ye my heart was sair, When my love dropt down and spak' nae mair ! There did she swoon wi' meikle... "
Edinburgh Essays - 215. oldal
szerző: University of Edinburgh - 1857 - 350 oldal
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Select Icelandic Poetry Translated from the Originals;: With Notes.., 1. rész

William Herbert - 1804 - 244 oldal
...is frequently used for a maid ; as for instance in the beautiful song of Helen of Kirkonell Lee, " When in my arms burd Helen dropt, And died to succour me." In this ballad the thrush and nightingale seem to be used metaphorically for the damsels. It appears...

The Works of Walter Scott, Esq, 2. kötet

Walter Scott - 1806 - 458 oldal
...Helen lies ! Night and day on me she cries ; O that I were where Helen lies, On fair Kirconnell Lee ! Curst be the heart, that thought the thought, And...curst the hand, that fired the shot, When in my arms hurd* Helen dropt, And died to succour me ! O think na ye my heart was sair, When my love dropt down...

Minstrelsy of the Scottish border: consisting of historical and romantic ...

Scottish border - 1812 - 516 oldal
...Helen lies! Night and day on me she cries ; O that I were where Helen lies, On fair Kirconnel Lee ! Curst be the heart that thought the thought, And curst the hand that fired the shot, "W hen in my arms burd * Helen dropt, And died to succour me ! O think na ye my heart was sair, When...

Minstrelsy of the Scottish border: consisting of historical and ..., 2. kötet

Scottish border - 1821 - 472 oldal
...Helen lies, Night and day on me she cries ; Oh that I were where Helen lies, On fair Kirconnell Lee ! Curst be the heart that thought the thought, And curst...my arms burd * Helen dropt, And died to succour me ! O think na ye my heart was sair, When my love dropt down and spak nae mair ! There did she swoon...

The Scottish Songs, 1. kötet

Robert Chambers - 1829 - 408 oldal
...care, On fair Kirkconnel lee. Carat be the heart that thocht the thocht, And curst the hand that shot the shot, When in my arms burd Helen dropt, And died to succour me. As I went down the water-side, None but my foe to be my guide, None but my foe to be my guide, On fair...

The Scottish Songs, 1. kötet

Robert Chambers - 1829 - 356 oldal
...care, On fair Kirkconnel lee. Curst be the heart that thocht the thocht, And curst the hand that shot the shot, When in my arms burd Helen dropt, And died to succour me. As I went down the water-side, None but my foe to be my guide, None but my foe to be my guide, On fair...

The Complete Works of Sir Walter Scott: With a Biography, and His ..., 1. kötet

Walter Scott - 1833 - 1104 oldal
...Helen lies, Night and day on me she cries; O that I were where Helen lies, On fair Kirconnell Lee ! Curst be the heart that thought the thought, And curst the hand that firea the shot, When in my arms burdt Helen dropt, And died to succour me ! 0 think na ye my heart...

The songs of England and Scotland

England - 1835 - 794 oldal
...When my love dropt and spoke nae mair, She sank and swoon'd wi' meikla care On fair Kirconnel lea. Curst be the heart that thought the thought, And curst...my arms burd Helen dropt, And died to succour me. As I went down the water wide, None but my foe to be my guide, With sword in hand and side by side,...

The Songs of England and Scotland, 2. kötet

1835 - 418 oldal
...When my love dropt and spoke nae mair, She sank and swoon'd wi' meikle care On fair Kirconnel lea. Curst be the heart that thought the thought, And curst...my arms burd Helen dropt, And died to succour me. As I went down the water wide, None but my foe to be my guide, With sword in hand and side by side,...

Rambles in Northumberland and on the Scottish Border ... By S. Oliver, etc

William Andrew Chatto, Stephen OLIVER (the Younger, pseud. [i.e. William Andrew Chatto.]) - 1835 - 368 oldal
...Helen lies, Night and day on me she cries ; O that I were where Helen lies, On fair Kirk-Connel Lee ! Curst be the heart that thought the thought, And curst the hand that fired the shot, When in my arms hurd Helen dropt, And died to succour me * ! * I have heard a different version of this stanza, thus...




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