 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 - Pagina 74door Keith Clark - 1916 - 345 pagina’sVolledige weergave - Over dit boek
 | Walter Scott - 1833 - 422 pagina’s
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 | Walter Scott - 1833 - 430 pagina’s
...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 - 1838 - 560 pagina’s
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 | Walter Scott, J. W. Lake - 1838 - 496 pagina’s
...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 pagina’s
...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 pagina’s
...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... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1841 - 848 pagina’s
...feeling of the hour: Nor thicket, dell, nor copse you spy, Where living thing conceal'd might lie ; Nor { tide, so soft they weep, The sound but lulls the ear asleep ; Your horse's hoof-tread sounds too rude,... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1845 - 380 pagina’s
...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,... | |
 | Adam and Charles Black (Firm) - 1842 - 598 pagina’s
...feeling of the hour : Nor thicket, dell, nor copse you spy, Where living thing conceal'd might lie ; There's nothing left to fancy's guess, You see that...steep hills Send to the lake a thousand rills ; In summor tide, so toft they weep, The sound but lulls the ear asleep ; Your horse's hoof-tread sounds... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1843 - 732 pagina’s
...feeling of the hour : Nor thicket, dell, nor copse you spy, Where living thing concealed mignt lie; Nor point, retiring, hides a dell, Where swain, or woodman...There's nothing left to fancy's guess, You see that all ts loneliness : And silence aids — though these steep hills Send to the lake a thou.-u..l rills ;... | |
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