...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...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...

...spy, Where living thing concealed might lie ; Nor point, retiring, hides a dell, -. . Where swaim, or woodman lone, might dwell; There's nothing left...that all is loneliness ; And silence aids — though these steep hills Send to the lake a thousand rills ; In summer tide, so soft they weep, The sound...

...spy, Where living thing concealed might lie. There's nothing left to fancy's guess : You see that afl 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...

...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,...

...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...the steep hills Send to the lake a thousand rills ; famous by the traditional name of the Flower of Yarrow. She was married to Walter Scott of Harden,...

...feeling of the hour : Nor thicket, dell, nor copse you spy, Where living thing cqnoeal'd might lie ; Nor point, retiring, hides a dell, Where swain, or woodman...might dwell; There's nothing left to fancy's guess, * There if, on a high mountainous ridge abovo the farm of AsheHU'el. a fo«e called Wallace's Trench....

...feeling of the hour : Nor thicket, dell, nor copse you spy, Where living thing concealed 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,...

...[MS. — " Far traced upon the lake you view The hill's \ . t sides and sombre hue."] ( bare ) 4 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,...

...just a line of pebbly sand."] 2 [MS. — " Far traced upon the lake you view Nor point, re tiring, hides a dell, Where swain, or woodman lone, might...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,...

...feeling of the hour : Nor thicket, dell, nor copse you spy, Where living thing concealed might lie ; Nor point, retiring, hides a dell, Where swain, or woodman...that all is loneliness : And silence aids — though these steep hills Send to the lake a thousand rills ; In Summer tide, so soft they weep, 170 The sound...