Black's Picturesque Tourist of ScotlandA. & C. Black, 1852 - 543 páginas |
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Abbey Aberdeen Aberfeldy ancient Ballater banks Bart battle beautiful Bonar Bridge Bridge Bruce building built Burns Caledonian Caledonian Railway called Castle celebrated chapel church Clyde coast Crieff cross distance Douglas Duke Dundee Dunkeld Earl east Edin Edinburgh erected feet Firth Glasgow Glen ground Hawick height Highland hills House inhabitants Inverness island Isles James Jedburgh King Kirk lake Lanark land Leith Loch Loch Awe Loch Katrine Loch Lomond lofty Lomond Lord magnificent mansion Melrose miles farther mountain neighbourhood opposite Palace parish passes Perth picturesque Queen Railway residence river road rock rocky royal burgh ruins scene scenery Scotland Scottish seat seen shore side Sir Walter Scott situated stands station steamer Stirling stone stranger stream Street summit three miles Thurso tourist tower town trees Tweed vale village walk wild woods
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Página 104 - When the cold light's uncertain shower Streams on the ruined central tower ; When buttress and buttress, alternately, Seem framed of ebon and ivory ; When silver edges the imagery, And the scrolls that teach thee to live and die ; When distant Tweed is heard to rave, And the owlet to hoot o'er the dead man's grave; Then go — but go alone the while — Then view St David's ruined pile ; And, home returning, soothly swear, Was never scene so sad and fair ! II.
Página 102 - The moon on the east oriel shone, Through slender shafts of shapely stone, By foliaged tracery combined ; Thou wouldst have thought some fairy's hand, 'Twixt poplars straight the osier wand, In many a freakish knot, had twined; Then framed a spell, when the work was done, And changed the willow-wreaths to stone.
Página 303 - Where, as to shame the temples deck'd By skill of earthly architect, Nature herself, it seem'd, would raise A minster to her Maker's praise! Not for a meaner use ascend Her columns, or her arches bend ; Nor of a theme less solemn tells That mighty surge that ebbs and swells, And still, between each awful pause, From the high vault an answer draws, In varied tone prolong'd and high, That mocks the organ's melody.
Página 325 - THOU lingering star, with lessening ray, That lov'st to greet the early morn, Again thou usher'st in the day My Mary from my soul was torn. O Mary! dear departed shade! Where is thy place of blissful rest? See'st thou thy lover lowly laid? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast?
Página 140 - Many hearts deplored The fate of those old trees ; and oft with pain The traveller at this day will stop and gaze On wrongs, which Nature scarcely seems to heed : For shelter'd places, bosoms, nooks, and bays, And the pure mountains, and the gentle Tweed, And the green silent pastures, yet remain.
Página 126 - 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, So stilly is the solitude.
Página 305 - Whatever withdraws us from the power of our senses ; whatever makes the past, the distant, or the future predominate over the present, advances us in the dignity of thinking beings.
Página 126 - Thou know'st it well, — nor fen, nor sedge, Pollute the pure lake's crystal edge ; Abrupt and sheer, the mountains sink At once upon the level brink ; And just a trace of silver sand Marks where the water meets the land. Far in the mirror, bright and blue, Each hill's huge outline you may view...
Página 104 - When the broken arches are black in night, And each shafted oriel glimmers white ; When the cold light's uncertain shower Streams on the ruined central tower ; When buttress and buttress, alternately, Seem framed of ebon and ivory...
Página 197 - Hail to the Chief who in triumph advances ! Honour'd and bless'd be the ever-green Pine ! Long may the tree, in his banner that glances, Flourish, the shelter and grace of our line...