| Walter Scott - 1820 - 476 стор.
...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...Ettrick's shore. With listless look, along the plain I see Tweed's silver current glide, And coldly mark the holy fane Of Melrose rise in ruin'd pride.... | |
| sir Walter Scott (bart.) - 1820 - 268 стор.
...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...Ettrick's shore. With listless look along the plain, I see Tweed's silver current glide, And coldly mark the holy fane Of Melrose rise in ruin'd pride.... | |
| Walter Scott - 1822 - 394 стор.
...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...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 стор.
...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...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. The... | |
| Walter Scott - 1827 - 678 стор.
...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 hill, the stream, the tower, the... | |
| Walter Scott - 1831 - 582 стор.
...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 стор.
...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... | |
| Robert Walsh - 1837 - 504 стор.
...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...Ettrick's shore. ' With listless look along the plain I see Tweed's silver current glide, And coldly mark the holy fane Of Melrose rise in ruin'd pride.... | |
| John Gibson Lockhart - 1837 - 428 стор.
...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...Ettrick's shore. " With listless look along the plain I see Tweed's silver current glide, i And coldly mark the holy fane Of Melrose rise in ruin'd pride.... | |
| 1837 - 598 стор.
...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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