 | Robert Plumer Ward - 1841 - 304 стор.
...for the first time in his life, at seeing the angel I had brought him. My " Mother did not speak, But she looked in my face, till my heart was like to break," not certainly with grief. It may, 1 hope, be imagined that I shared some of my prosperity with these... | |
 | John Wilson - 1842 - 414 стор.
...sea, And auld Robin Gray came courtin' to me. " My faither urged me sair, my mither didna speak, Bat she looked in my face till my heart was like to break ; So 1 gied him my hand, though my heart was at the sea, And auld Robin Gray is gudeman to me." Hfire there... | |
 | John Wilson - 1842 - 426 стор.
...sea, And auld Robin Gray came courtin' to me. " My faither urged me sair, my mither didna speak, But she looked in my face till my heart was like to break ; So 1 gied him my hand, though my heart was at the sea, And auld Robin Gray is gudeman to me." Here there... | |
 | 1831 - 480 стор.
...wherefore am I spared to cry out, Woe is me ! VI. My father argued sair — my mother didna speak, But she looked in my face till my heart was like to break : They gied him my hand, but my heart was in the sea ; And so Auld Robin Gray, he was gudeman to me.... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1844 - 178 стор.
...Or, wherefore am I spar'd to cry out, Woe is me! My father argued sair — my mother didna speak, But she looked in my face till my heart was like to break ; They gied him my hand, but my heart was in the sea ; And so Auld Robin Gray, he was gudeman to me.... | |
 | 1845 - 606 стор.
...die, And why do I live to say — O waes me ! Auld Robin argued sair, though my mither did nae speak, She looked in my face till my heart was like to break ; So I gied him my hand though my heart was at the sea, And Auld Robin Gray is gudeman to me. I had na been... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1845 - 510 стор.
...loneliness, what leisure for grief and despair ! father pressed me sair, Though my mother did mi' speak ; But she looked in my face Till my heart was like to break." The irksomeness of the situations, the sense of painful dependence, is excessive ; and yet the sentiment... | |
 | John Holmes Agnew, Nathaniel Parker Willis - 1848 - 312 стор.
...die, And why do I live to say — O waes me ! Auld Robin argued sair, though my mither did nae speak, She looked in my face till my heart was like to break ; So I gied him my hand though my heart was at the sea, And Auld Robin Gray is gudeman to me. I had na been... | |
 | Half hours - 1847 - 616 стор.
...wherefore am I spar'd to cry out, Woe is me ! My father argued sair — my mother didna speak, But she looked in my face till my heart was like to break; They gied him my hand, but my heart was in the sea; And so Auld Robin Gray, he was gudeman to me. I... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1847 - 376 стор.
...wherefore am I spar'd to cry out, Woe is me ! " My father argued sair — my mother didna speak, But she looked in my face till my heart was like to break ; They gied him my hand, but my heart was in the sea ; And so Auld Robin Gray, he was gudeman to me.... | |
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My father urged me sair: my mother didna speak; But she looked in my face till my heart was like to break... 
