There's nothing left to fancy's guess, You see that all is loneliness : And silence aids — though the steep hills Send to the lake a thousand rills ; In summer tide, so soft they weep, The sound but lulls the ear asleep ; Your horse's hoof-tread sounds... The Spell of Scotland - Side 74af Keith Clark - 1916 - 345 siderFuld visning - Om denne bog
| Walter Scott - 1821 - 530 sider
...feeling of the hour : Nor thicket, dell, nor copse you spy, Where living thing conceal'd might lie ; Nor point, retiring, hides a dell, Where swain, or. woodman...guess, You see that all is loneliness : And silence aide — though the steep hills Send to the lake a thousand rills ; In summer tide, so soft they weep,... | |
| Walter Scott - 1823 - 332 sider
...feeling of the hour : Nor thicket, dell, nor copse you spy, Where living thing conceal'd might lie ; Nor point, retiring, hides a dell, Where swain, or woodman...hills Send to the lake a thousand rills, In summer tide so soft they weep, The sound but lulls the ear asleep ; Your horse's hoof-tread sounds too rude,... | |
| sir Walter Scott (bart.) - 1823 - 314 sider
...copse you spy, Where living thing conceal'd might lie ; Nor point, retiring, hides a dell, Where swam, or woodman lone, might dwell ; There's nothing left...hills Send to the lake a thousand rills, In summer tide so soft they weep, The sound but lulls the ear asleep ; Your horse's hoof-tread sounds too rude,... | |
| Walter Scott - 1827 - 678 sider
...firm of A*hr«Nor point, retiring, bides a dell, Where swaiii, or woodman, lone might dwell ; There 's nothing left to fancy's guess, You see that all is loneliness: And silence aids — though th* steep hills Send to the lake a thousand rills, In summer-tide so soft they weep, The sou Lid but... | |
| Walter Scott - 1831 - 582 sider
...•>• • bigb motintninoa* riiltfe above (be farm o: '•'. • U«* called W.llnur » Treat*. Nor point, retiring, hides a dell, Where swain, or woodman, lone might dwell ; There 's nothing left to fancy's guess, You st'e that all U loneliness; And silence aids— though... | |
| 1848 - 700 sider
...feelings of the hour ; Nor thicket, dell, nor copse you spy, Where living thing concealed might lie. There's nothing left to fancy's guess : You see that...is loneliness. And silence aids : though the steep bills Send to the lake a thousand rills, In summer-tide so soft they weep The sound but lulls the ear... | |
| Walter Scott - 1833 - 430 sider
...dwell; There's nothing left to fancy's guess, You see that all is loneliness: And silence aids—though the steep hills Send to the lake a thousand rills; In summer tide, so soft they weep, The sound but lulls the ear asleep ; Your horse's hoof-tread sounds too rude,... | |
| Walter Scott, J. W. Lake - 1838 - 496 sider
...nor copse vou spy, Where living thing concealed mignl lie; Nor point, retiring, hides a dell, \\ here swain, or woodman lone, might dwell; There's nothing...loneliness: And silence aids — though the steep hills Srnd to the lake a thousand rills; In summer tide, so soft they weep, The sound but lulls the ear asleep;... | |
| John William Carleton - 1867 - 1254 sider
...spy, Where living things conceal'd might lie; Nor point retiring hides a dell, Where swain or woodsman lone might dwell There's nothing left to fancy's guess...steep hills Send to the lake a thousand rills. In snmmer-tide so soft they weep, The sound bnt lulls the ear asleep. Your horse's hoof-tread sounds too... | |
| sir Walter Scott (bart.) - 1839 - 92 sider
...feeling of the hour: Nor thieket, deli, nor eopse, you spy, Where living thing eoneealed might lie ; Nor point, retiring, hides a dell, Where swain, or woodman lone, might dwell ; There's nothing left to faney's guess, You see that all is loneliness ; And silenee aids — though the steep hills Send to... | |
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