 Now tread we a measure!" said young Lochinvar. So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace; While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume; And the...  Marmion - Página 92por sir Walter Scott (bart.) - 1810Vista completa - Acerca de este libro
 | Walter Scott - 1860 - 656 páginas
...bride to the young Lochinvar." XIL The bride kissed the goblet; the knight took it up, He quaffed of the wine, and he threw down the cup. She looked down...by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Locbinvar." One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear, When they reached the hall door and the... | |
 | J. C. - 1860 - 196 páginas
...bride-maidens whisper'd, " 'Twere better by far To have mateh'd our fair cousin with young Lochinvar." One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear, When they reach'd the hall-door, and the charger stood near; So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung, So... | |
 | James W. Gousseff - 1981 - 236 páginas
...in her eye. He took her soft hand, ere her mother could bar, — 'Now tread we a measure! 'said the young Lochinvar. So stately his form and so lovely...by far, To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar. " One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear, When they reached the hall-door, and the... | |
 | Francis Parkman - 1991 - 1012 páginas
...black torrents, the silent forests that I fancied were concealed there. Chapter XII. ILL-LUCK. "One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear. When they reach'd the hall-door, and the charger stxxxl near; So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung.... | |
 | Michael Harrison, Christopher Stuart-Clark - 2004 - 166 páginas
...bride-maidens whisper'd, "Twere better by far To have match'd our fair cousin with young Lochinvar. One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear, When they reach'd the hall-door, and the charger stood near; So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung, So... | |
 | Anne Gracie - 2008 - 372 páginas
...like . . . like Young Lochinvar. The lines rang in her mind, to the beat of his horse's hooves. One touch to her hand and one word in her ear, When they reach 'd the hall-door, and the charger stood near; So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung,... | |
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