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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=116987" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Lord Ullin's Daughter</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A chieftain, to the Highlands bound,<br> Cries, "Boatman, do not tarry!<br> And I'll give thee a silver pound,<br> To row us o'er the ferry."</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> "Now who be ye, would cross Lochgyle,<br> This dark and stormy water?"<br> "O, I'm the chief of Ulva's isle,<br> And this Lord Ullin's daughter.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> "And fast before her father's men<br> Three days we've fled together,<br> For should he find us in the glen,<br> My blood would stain the heather.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> "His horsemen hard behind us ride;<br> Should they our steps discover,<br> Then who will cheer my bonny bride<br> When they have slain her lover?"</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Outspoke the hardy Highland wight,<br> "I'll go, my chief--I'm ready;<br> It is not for your silver bright,<br> But for your winsome lady:</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> "And by my word! the bonny bird<br> In danger shall not tarry;<br> So though the waves are raging white,<br> I'll row you o'er the ferry."</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> By this the storm grew loud apace,<br> The water-wraith was shrieking;<br> And in the scowl of heaven each face<br> Grew dark as they were speaking.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> But still as wilder blew the wind,<br> And as the night grew drearer,<br> Adown the glen rode armèd men,<br> Their trampling sounded nearer.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> "O haste thee, haste!" the lady cries,<br> "Though tempests round us gather;<br> I'll meet the raging of the skies,<br> But not an angry father."</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> The boat has left a stormy land,<br> A stormy sea before her,--<br> When, oh! too strong for human hand,<br> The tempest gathered o'er her.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And still they row'd amid the roar<br> Of waters fast prevailing:<br> Lord Ullin reach'd that fatal shore,<br> His wrath was changed to wailing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> For sore dismay'd through storm and shade,<br> His child he did discover:--<br> One lovely hand she stretch'd for aid,<br> And one was round her lover.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> "Come back! come back!" he cried in grief,<br> "Across this stormy water:<br> And I'll forgive your Highland chief,<br> My daughter!--oh my daughter!"</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> 'Twas vain the loud waves lashed the shore,<br> Return or aid preventing;--<br> The waters wild went o'er his child,--<br> And he was left lamenting.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Thomas+Campbell">Thomas Campbell</a><div class=q>
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