 ... 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...  The Poetical Works of Sir Walter Scott - Side 459af Walter Scott - 1884 - 536 siderFuld visning - Om denne bog
 | sir Walter Scott (bart.) - 1820 - 268 sider
...that once it bore ; Though evening, with her richest dye, Flames o'er the hills of Ettrick's shore. With listless look along the plain, I see Tweed's...and broken board, How can it bear the painter's dye ! The harp of strain'd and tuneless chord, How to the minstrel's skill reply ! To aching eyes each... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1820 - 476 sider
...that once it bore ; Though evening, with her richest dye, Flames o'er the hills of Ettrick's shore. With listless look, along the plain I see Tweed's...the balmy air, The hill, the stream, the tower, the tree,Are they still such as once they were, Or is the dreary change in me ? Alas, the warp'd and broken... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1822 - 394 sider
...that once it bore ; Though evening, with her richest dye, Flames o'er the hills of Ettrick's shore. 6 With listless look along the plain, I see Tweed's...the balmy air, The hill, the stream, the tower, the tree,Are they still such as once they were, Or is the dreary change in me ? Alas, the warp d and broken... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1827 - 678 sider
...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 hill, the stream, the tower, the... | |
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 sider
...plain, I see Tweed's silver current glide, And coldly mark the holy fane Of Melrose rise in ruined pride. The quiet lake, the balmy air, The hill, the...such as once they were ? Or is the dreary change in ine ? , < Alas, the warped and broken board, How can it bear the painter's dye! The harp of strained... | |
 | Robert Walsh - 1837 - 504 sider
...that once it bore : Though evening, with her richest dye, Flames o'er the hills of Ettrick's shore. ' With listless look along the plain I see Tweed's silver...and broken board, How can it bear the painter's dye ! The harp of strain'd and tuneless chord, How to the minstrel's skill reply ! To aching eyes each... | |
 | John Gibson Lockhart - 1837 - 428 sider
...hills of 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...and broken board, How can it bear the painter's dye ! The harp of strain'd and tuneless chord. How to the minstrel's skill reply ! To aching eyes each... | |
 | John Gibson Lockhart - 1837 - 404 sider
...that once it bore; Though evening, with her richest dye, Flames o'er the hills of Ettrick's shore. " With listless look along the plain I see Tweed's silver...tower, the tree, — Are they still such as once they w«re, Or is the dreary change in me ? " Alas, the warp'd and broken board, How can it bear the painter's... | |
 | 1837 - 598 sider
...pride. The quiet lake, the balmy air, I see Tweed's silver current glide, And coldly mark the holy fane The hill, the stream, the tower, the tree,— Are...were, Or is the dreary change in me ? " Alas ! the warped and broken board, How can it bear the painter's dye ! The harp of strained and tuneless chord,... | |
 | John Gibson Lockhart - 1837 - 294 sider
...that once it bore ; Though evening, with her richest dye, Flames o'er the hills of Ettrick's shore. " With listless look along the plain I see Tweed's silver...glide, And coldly mark the holy fane Of Melrose rise in ruined pride. The quiet lake, the balmy air, The hill, the stream, the tower, the tree, — Are they... | |
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