 | Walter Scott - 1822 - Liczba stron: 394
...Melodies. THE sun upon the Weirdlaw hill, In Ettrick's vale, is sinking sweet ; The westland wind is hush and still, The lake lies sleeping at my feet. Yet...richest dye, Flames o'er the hills of Ettrick's shore. 6 With listless look along the plain, I see Tweed's silver current glide, And coldly mark the holy... | |
 | sir Walter Scott (bart.) - 1823 - Liczba stron: 312
...Melodies. THE sun upon the Weirdlaw hill, In Ettrick's vale, is sinking sweet ; The westland wind is hush and still, The lake lies sleeping at my feet. Yet...Ettrick's shore. With listless look along the plain, 1 sec Tweed's silver current glide, And coldly mark the holy fane Of Melrose rise in ruin'd pride.... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1827 - Liczba stron: 678
...ТПЕ sun upon the \Veinllaw-hill, In Ettrick's vale, is sinking sweet ; The wcsilaud wind is hush and still, The lake lies sleeping at my feet. Yet not the landscape to mine eye Hears those bright hues thatonce it bore; Though evening, with her richest dye, Flames o'er the bills... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1831 - Liczba stron: 582
...Melodies. TUB sun upon the Weirdlaw-hill, In t-.tliu'l.' vale, is sinking sweet ; The wesllaud wind is hush and still, The lake lies sleeping at my feet. Yet not the landscape lo mine eye Bears [hose bright hues that once it bore ; Though evening, with her richest dye, Flames... | |
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - Liczba stron: 1022
...Ettrick's vale is sinking sweet; The western wind is hush and still. The lake lies sleeping at my feet. Tet not the landscape to mine eye Bears those bright hues...hills of Ettrick's shore. With listless look along thy plain, I see Tweed's silver current glide, And coldly mark the holy fane Of Melrose rise in ruined... | |
 | John Gibson Lockhart - 1837 - Liczba stron: 294
...hand. " The sun upon the Weirdlaw Hill, In Ettrick's vale, is sinking sweet; The westland wind is hush and still — The lake lies sleeping at my feet. Yet...glide, And coldly mark the holy fane Of Melrose rise in ruined pride. The quiet lake, the balmy air, The hill, the stream, the tower, the tree, — Are they... | |
 | John Gibson Lockhart - 1837 - Liczba stron: 428
...— " The sun upon the Weirdlaw Hill, In Ettrick's vale, is sinking sweet ; The westland wind is hush and still — The lake lies sleeping at my feet. Yet...along the plain I see Tweed's silver current glide, i And coldly mark the holy fane Of Melrose rise in ruin'd pride. The quiet lake, the balmy air, The... | |
 | John Gibson Lockhart - 1837 - Liczba stron: 790
...bore ; Though evening, with her richest dye. Flamee o'er the hills of Ettrick's shore. " With listlese look along the plain I see Tweed's silver current glide, And coldly mark the holy fane Of Melroee rise in ruin'd pride. The quiet lake, the balmy air, The hill, the stream, the tower, the tree,—... | |
 | 1837 - Liczba stron: 598
...hush and still— Bears those bright hues that once it bore ; Though evening, with her richest dye, The lake lies sleeping at my feet. Yet not the landscape to mine eye Flames o'er the hills of Ettrick's shore. " With listless look along the plain Of Melrose rise in ruined... | |
 | 1838 - Liczba stron: 728
...situation might well be applied the exquisite verses which he indited on another melancholy occasion ; " Yet not the landscape to mine eye Bears those bright...glide, And coldly mark the holy fane Of Melrose rise in ruined pride. " The quiet lake, the balmy air, The hill, the stream, the tower, the tree, — Are they... | |
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THE sun upon the Weirdlaw Hill In Ettrick's vale is sinking sweet; The westland wind is hush and still, The lake lies sleeping at my feet. Yet not the" landscape to mine eye Bears those bright hues that once it bore, Though evening with her richest dye... 
