 | John Gibson Lockhart - 1882 - 432 стор.
...Ettrick's Tale, 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 Brown - 1882 - 468 стор.
...Ettrick's vale is sinking sweet ; The westland wind is hushed and slill ; 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.... | |
 | John Brown - 1882 - 498 стор.
...Ettrick's vale is sinking sweet ; The westland wind is hushed and still ; The lake lies sleeping at my feeL 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.... | |
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1882 - 984 стор.
...In Ettrick's vale is sinking sweet; The western wind is hush and still, The lake lies sleeping at my feet. Yet not the landscape to mine eye Bears those...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... | |
 | sir Walter Scott (bart.) - 1882 - 474 стор.
...sleeping at my feet. Yet not the landscape to mine eye [bore ; Bears those bright hues that once it Though evening, with her richest dye, Flames o'er...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.... | |
 | Frederic William Farrar - 1883 - 498 стор.
...Ettrick's vale, is sinking sweet ; The westland wind is husht 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.... | |
 | Frederic William Farrar - 1883 - 326 стор.
...Ettrick's vale, is sinking sweet ; The westland wind is husht and still, The lake lies sleeping at my feet. Yet not the landscape to mine eye Bears those bright hues that once it born ; Though evening, with her richest dye, Flames o'er the hills of Ettrick's shore. With listless... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1884 - 616 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 - 1884 - 630 стор.
...vale, is sinking sweet ; The westland wind is hush and still, The lake lies sleeping at my feet. Vet not the landscape to mine eye Bears those bright hues...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.) - 1885 - 296 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.... | |
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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... 
