...Scoít¿ Melodies. ТПЕ sun upon the \Veinllaw-hill, In Ettrick's vale, is sinking sweet ; The wcsilaud wind is hush and still, The lake lies sleeping at my feet. Yet not the landscape to mine eye Hears those bright hues thatonce it bore; Though evening, with her richest dye, Flames o'er the bills...

...Scottish Melodies. TUB sun upon the Weirdlaw-hill, In t-.tliu'l.' vale, is sinking sweet ; The wesllaud wind is hush and still, The lake lies sleeping at my feet. Yet not the landscape lo mine eye Bears [hose bright hues that once it bore ; Though evening, with her richest dye, Flames...

...may have wandered, Enough, thy leal heart has been constant to me. THE SUN UPON THE WEIRDLAH' HILL. THE sun upon the Weirdlaw Hill, In Ettrick's vale is sinking sweet; The western wind is hush and still. The lake lies sleeping at my feet. Tet not the landscape to mine eye...

...the west, are now visible over a wide range of rich woodland, —all the work of the poet's hand. " The sun upon the Weirdlaw Hill, In Ettrick's vale,...sinking sweet; The westland wind is hush and still— Bears those bright hues that once it bore ; Though evening, with her richest dye, The lake lies sleeping...

...west, are now visible over a wide range of rich woodland, — all the work of the poet's hand : — " The sun upon the Weirdlaw Hill, In Ettrick's vale, is sinking sweet ; The westlaad wind is hush and still — The lake lies sleeping at my feet. Yet not the landscape to mine...

...poet's hand : — " The sun upon the Weirdhw Hill, In Ettrlck's vnle, is sinking sweet ; The wetland wind is hush and still — The lake lies sleeping at my feet. Yet not the landscape to mine e.ve Bears those bright hues that once it horc ; Though evening, with her richest dye, Flamea o'er...

...might well be applied the exquisite verses which he indited on another melancholy occasion : — " Yet not the landscape to mine eye Bears those bright hues that once it Lore ; Though Evening, with her richest dye,' Flames o'er the hills of Ettrick's shore. " With listless...

...west, are now visible over a wide range of rich woodland, all the work of the poet's hand :— " Tho sun upon the Weirdlaw Hill, In Ettrick's vale, is...wind is hush and still — The lake lies sleeping at iny feet. Yet not the landscape to mine eye Bears those bright hues that once it bore; Though evening,...

...rest And constant silence, with a message from the blest ? WRITTEN IN SICKNESS. By Sir WALTER SCOTT. THE sun upon the Weirdlaw hill, In Ettrick's vale is sinking sweet ; The westland wind is hush'd and still ; The lake lies sleeping at my feet. Yet not the landscape to mine eye Bears those...

...race will run; I only bow, and say, My God, Thy will be done ! SCOTT. THE SUN UPON THE WEIRDLAW IIILL. THE sun upon the Weirdlaw Hill, In Ettrick's vale, is sinking sweet ; The westland wind is husht and still, The lake lies sleeping at my feet. Yet not the landscape to mine eye Bears those sweet...