The children's book; a collection of the best and most famous stories and poems in the English language (1910)
Scudder, Horace Elisha, 1838-1902 · Boston, Houghton, Mifflin and company · leaf 469
amparts we hurried; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shotOer the grave where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly at dead of night.The sods with our bayonets turning, By the struggling moonbeams misty light,And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin inclosed his breast, Nor in sheet… … Now who be ye, would cross Loohgyle,This dark and stormy water ? Oh, I m the chief of Ulvas isle,And this Lord Ullins daughter. And fast before her fathers menThree days we ve fled together,For should he find us in the glen,My blood would stain the heather. • His hoisemeii hard behind us…
Children's literature
Internet Archive · Cornell University Library · Public Domain Mark 1.0. Free to use for anything.
