 | John Gibson Lockhart - 1837 - 452 стор.
...touches of his best manner that I cannot withhold THE SHEPHERD'S TALE. And ne'er but once, my son, he says, Was yon sad cavern trod, In persecution's...Were heard the troopers keen, And frequent from the WhiteJaw ridge The death-shot flashed between. The moonbeams through the misty shower On yon dark cavern... | |
 | John Gibson Lockhart - 1837 - 318 стор.
...touches of his best manner that I cannot withhold THE SHEPHERD'S TALE. And ne'er but once, my son, he says, Was yon sad cavern trod, In persecution's...slaughter red, A wanderer hither drew, And oft he stopped and turned his head, As by fits the night-wind blew ; For trampling round by Cheviot edge Were... | |
 | John Gibson Lockhart - 1837 - 610 стор.
...Was yon sad cavern trod, In persecution*! iron days. When the land was left by God. From Bewlie bop, with slaughter red, A wanderer hither drew. And oft he stopt and turned his head, As by fits the night-wind blew ; For trampling round by Cheviot edge Were heard the troopers keen, And frequent from... | |
 | John Gibson Lockhart - 1837 - 608 стор.
...toucbes of his best manner that I cannot withhold THE SHEPHERD'S TALE. And ne'er but once, my son, he says, Was yon sad cavern trod, In persecution's iron days. When the land was left by God. From Bewlic bog, with slaughter red, A wanderer hither drew, And oil he etopt and turned his head, As by... | |
 | John Gibson Lockhart - 1837 - 324 стор.
...once, my son, he says, Was yon sad cavern trod, In persecution's iron days, When the land was lefi by God. From Bewlie bog, with slaughter red, A wanderer hither drew, And oft he stopped and turned his head, As by fits the night-wind blew ; For trampling round by Cheviot edge Were... | |
 | 1837 - 860 стор.
...many touches of his (Sir Walter's) be;t manner." " Axp ne'er but once, my son," he »ays, " Was von sad cavern trod In persecution's iron days, When the land was left by God. " From Bewlic bog, with slaughter red, A wanderer hither drew, And oft he stopped and turned his head, At... | |
 | John Gibson Lockhart - 1839 - 358 стор.
...touches of his best manner that I cannot withhold THE SHEPHERD'S TALE. " And ne'er but once, my son," he says, " Was yon sad cavern trod, In persecution's...round by Cheviot edge Were heard the troopers keen, Aud frequent from the Whitelaw ridge The death-shot flashed between. The moonbeams through the misty... | |
 | John Gibson Lockhart - 1839 - 348 стор.
...touches of his best manner that I cannot withhold . THE SHEPHERD'S TALE. " And ne'er but once, my §on," he says, ** Was yon sad cavern trod, In persecution's iron days, When the land was Jeft by God. From Hew lie hog, with slaughter red, A wanderer hither drew, And oft he stopt and turned... | |
 | John Gibson Lockhart - 1845 - 836 стор.
...best manner that 1 cannot withhold THE SHEPHERD'S TALE. Ami ne'er but once, my son, he says, Wae von sad cavern trod, In persecution's iron days, When...slaughter red, A wanderer hither drew, And oft he stopi and turned his head, As by fite the night wind blew ; Kor trampling round by Cheviot edge Were... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1847 - 612 стор.
...Bewlie bo?, with slaughter rod, A wanderer hither drew, And oil he stopt and turned hie head, As by fiia the night wind blew ; For trampling round by Cheviot...And frequent from the Whitelaw ridge The death-shot Hashed between. The moonbeams through the misty shower On you dark cavern fell ; Through the cloudy... | |
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And ne'er but once, my son, he says, Was yon sad cavern trod, In persecution's iron days, When the land was left by God From Bewlie bog, with slaughter red, A wanderer hither drew, And oft he stopt and... 
