...copse you spy. Where living thing concealed might Ite ; There's nothing left to fancy's gue», Tou see that all is loneliness ; And silence aids —...The sound but lulls the ear asleep : Your horse's hoof -tread sounds too rude, So stilly is the solitude." * The river Yarrow flows from the east end,...

...thing concealed might lie; Nor point, retiring, hides a dell, Where swain, or woodman lone, might dweL; There's nothing left to fancy's guess, You see 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...

...copse you 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...

...cultivation, unless we except a few solitary patches, breaks in upon the solitude of the scene — " There's nothing left to fancy's guess, — You see that all is loneliness." When the surface of the water is unruffled by the breathings of the summer's eve, the surrounding mountains...

...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...

...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...

...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...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,...

..." Far traced npon the lake you view The MIU' ! haft | .idea and .ombre fco*." ' bare < CASTO I. Yon see that all is loneliness : And silence aids —...thousand rills ; In summer tide, so soft they weep, Tlie sound but lulls the ear asleep ; Your horse's hoof-tread sounds too rude. So stilly is the solitude....