 | sir Walter Scott (bart.) - 1848 - 276 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 - 1848 - 848 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...evening, with her richest dye, Flames o'er the hills of Ettricks shore. With listless look along the plain, I see Tweed's silver current glide, And coldly... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1849 - 408 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...evening, with her richest dye, Flames o'er the hills of Ettricks shore. With listless look along the plain, I see Tweed's silver current glide, And coldly... | |
 | John Gibson Lockhart - 1850 - 868 стор.
...hush and still — The lake lies sleeping at my feet. Tet not the landscape to mine eye Bears tlioee bright hues that o'nce It bore : Though evening, with...Tweed's silver current glide, And coldly mark the lioly fane Of Melrose rise in ruin'd pride. The quiet lake, the balm v air. The hill, the stream, the... | |
 | John Kitto - 1853 - 302 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 ruined pride.... | |
 | Abel Stevens, James Floy - 1854 - 582 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 ruiu'd pride.... | |
 | 1854 - 608 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.... | |
 | 1854 - 606 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.... | |
 | Beautiful poetry - 1855 - 440 стор.
...Ettrick's vale is sinking sweet ; The westland wind is hush'd 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.... | |
 | William Hickling Prescott - 1856 - 754 стор.
...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...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 ruined pride.... | |
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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... 
