 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. There are maidens in Scotland, more lovely by far,...  Poetical Works - الصفحة 85بواسطة Walter Scott - 1867 - عدد الصفحات: 559عرض كامل - لمحة عن هذا الكتاب
 | Michael Harrison, Christopher Stuart-Clark - 2004 - عدد الصفحات: 166
...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...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... | |
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