 | Julian Hawthorne - 1902 - 474 páginas
...whatever floating thing the stream Had caught. The voice was ceased ; the person lost : But, lookiug sad and earnest on the waters, By the moon's light I saw, whirled round and round, A basket ; soon I drew it to the bank, And nestled curious there an infant... | |
 | Florence Mary Wilson Parsons - 1909 - 372 páginas
...does not seriously believe Old Norval's assurance — " He was," since she instantly hurls back — " Inhuman that thou art ! How could'st thou kill what waves and tempests spared?" so proving that the inquiry could not have been, as Mrs. Crawford interpreted it, the sudden, rushing... | |
 | Jeffrey Kahan - 2004 - 392 páginas
...within 90 My reach whatever floating thing the stream Had caught. The voice was ceas'd; the person lost. But looking sad and earnest on the waters, By the...round and round, A basket; soon I drew it to the bank, 95 And nessled curious there an infant lay. Lady R. Was he alive? Old Norval. He was. Lady R. Inhuman... | |
 | Jeffrey Kahan - 2004 - 392 páginas
...drew it to the bank, 95 And nessled curious there an infant lay. Lady R. Was he alive? Old Norval. He was. Lady R. Inhuman that thou art! How couldst thou kill what waves and tempests spared? Old Norval. I am not so inhuman. Lady R. Didst thou not? Anna [aside]. My noble mistress, you are mov'd... | |
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At the dead hour of night was heard the cry Of one in jeopardy. I rose, and ran To where the circling eddy of a pool, Beneath the ford, us'd oft to bring within My reach whatever floating thing the stream Had caught. 
