 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
 | Mary Anne Marzials - 1867 - 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, lone might dwell : There 's nothing left to Fancy's guess, You see that all is loneliness ; And silence aids : though... | |
 | 1882 - 462 sider
...There's nothing left to fancy's gness, You see that all is loneliness ; And silence aids— though those steep hills Send to the lake a thousand rills ; In...time so soft they weep, The sound but lulls the ear to sleep. Our writer also appeals to those whom he terms the disciples of Izaak Walton, as he tells... | |
 | sir Walter Scott (bart.) - 1868 - 398 sider
...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...dwell; There's nothing left to fancy's guess. You sec that all is loneliness: And silence aids— though these steep hills Send to the lake a thousand... | |
 | Chambers W. and R., ltd - 1869 - 276 sider
...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 lone, might dwell ; There 's nothing left to fancy's guess, You see that all is loneliness : And silence aids — though... | |
 | William Chambers, Robert Chambers - 1869 - 530 sider
...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 lone, might dwell; There 's nothing left to fancy's guess, You see that all is loneliness : And silence aids — though... | |
 | sir Walter Scott (bart.) - 1870 - 798 sider
...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 lone, might dwell ; There's nothing left to faney's gness, You see that all ia loneliness : And silence aids — thongh these steep hills Send... | |
 | James Frothingham Hunnewell - 1871 - 534 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...the steep hills Send to the lake a thousand rills." And one may continue saying with Wordsworth,— " Nor have these eyes by greener hills Been soothed,... | |
 | James Frothingham Hunnewell - 1871 - 564 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...nothing left to fancy's guess, You see that all is lonelmess : And silence aids — though the steep hills Send to the lake a thousand rills." And one... | |
 | sir Walter Scott (bart.) - 1871 - 266 sider
...nor copse you spy, Where living thing concealed might lie. Nor point, retiring, hides a dell, V' here swain, or woodman lone, might dwell ; There's nothing...that all is loneliness; And silence aids — though these steep hills Scud to the lake a thousand rills : 38 INTllODUCTION TO CANTO SECOND. In summer tide,... | |
 | Robert Blakey - 1871 - 244 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...loneliness. And silence aids : though the steep hills Rend to the lake a thousand rills, 111 summer-tide so soft they weep The sound but lulls the ear asleep... | |
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