 | Walter Scott - 1866 - 792 pages
...; So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung, So light to the saddle before her he sprung!— " She is won ! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur;...follow," quoth young Lochinvar. There was mounting 'mong Grsemes of the Netherby clan ; Forsters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and they ran: There was... | |
 | Lilly May Shaw - 1954 - 308 pages
...с one lud ing st anza : There was mounting 'mong Graemes of the Netherby clan; Forsters, Fenwicka, and Musgraves, they rode and they ran There was racing...But the lost bride of Netherby ne'er did they see. So daring in love, and so dauntless in war, Have ye e'er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar? "Christ... | |
 | Francis Parkman - 1982 - 472 pages
...stood near; So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung, So light to the saddle before her he sprung! 'She is won! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur;...They'll have fleet steeds that follow,' quoth young Lockinvar." MARMION. A Canadian came from Fort Laramie, and brought a curious piece of intelligence.... | |
 | Sir Walter Scott - 2003 - 258 pages
...stood near; So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung, So light to the saddle before her he sprung! 'She is won! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur;...There was mounting 'mong Graemes of the Netherby clan; Forsters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and they ran: There was racing and chasing on Cannobie... | |
 | Jo Beverley - 2004 - 692 pages
...wedding. So light to the croup the fair lady he swung. So light to the saddle before her he sprung! "She is won! We are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur;...fleet steeds that follow, " quoth young Lochinvar. And that, of course, was the problem. He was dubious about young Lochinvar riding so rashly with a... | |
 | Anne Gracie - 2008 - 372 pages
...doubt because she owed him her rescue. And because the Young Lochinvars of this world knew no better. "She is won! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur;...fleet steeds that follow!" quoth young Lochinvar. His large body was very warm. His heat soaked though the bodice of her dress. Tibby stared ahead. Her... | |
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One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear, When they reached the hall door, and the charger stood near ; So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung, So light to the saddle before her he sprung ! " She is won ! we are gone, over bank, bush, and... 
