 | Walter Scott - 1820 - 476 halaman
...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...along the plain I see Tweed's silver current glide, And coldly mark the holy fane Of Melrose rise in ruin'd pride. The quiet lake, the balmy air, The hill,... | |
 | sir Walter Scott (bart.) - 1820 - 268 halaman
...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...along the plain, I see Tweed's silver current glide, And coldly mark the holy fane Of Melrose rise in ruin'd pride. The quiet lake, the balmy air, The hill,... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1822 - 394 halaman
...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...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 - 312 halaman
...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...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 - 678 halaman
...Hears those bright hues thatonce it bore; Though evening, with her richest dye, Flames o'er the bills of Ettrick's shore. With listless look along the plain, I see Tweed's silver current glide, And coldly mark the holy fane Of Mclrose ri.se in ruin'd pride. The quiet lake, the balmy air, The... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1831 - 582 halaman
...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 o'er Ihe bills of Ettrick's shore. Wilh listless look along the plain, I see Tweed's silver current glide,... | |
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 halaman
...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 - 428 halaman
...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...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... | |
 | Robert Walsh - 1837 - 504 halaman
...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...along the plain I see Tweed's silver current glide, And coldly mark the holy fane Of Melrose rise in ruin'd pride. The quiet lake, the balmy air, The hill,... | |
 | 1837 - 598 halaman
...upon the Weirdlaw Hill, In Ettrick's vale, is sinking sweet; The westland wind is 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... | |
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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... 
