A Tour in Tartan-landR. Bently, 1863 - Всего страниц: 430 |
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Abbotsford Achray admirable appear artist banks beautiful Ben Ledi Ben Lomond Ben Venue bridge building Burns called Castle Cathedral cave century church clan Clyde coach creel Douglas Drummond Edinburgh Ellen's Isle English erected feet fishwives Glasgow glen Greenock Hawthornden Highland Mary hills Hotel Inversnaid island James King Lady lake land legend Loch Achray Loch Katrine Loch Lomond London look Lord lovely Macgregors Mary's Melrose Abbey memory miles monument mountain Newhaven ornamental passed picture picturesque pillars piper poem poet poetical portion present Princes Street Queen railway river road Rob Roy Rob Roy's Robert rock Roslin Castle Roslin Chapel ruins says scene scenery Scotch Scotland Scots Scottish seen shore side Sir Walter Scott sketch spot stone stream Tartan-land tion Tom Purdie tomb tourists tower town trees Trosachs Venue walk woods words
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Стр. 224 - In all her length far winding lay, With promontory, creek, and bay, And islands that, empurpled bright, Floated amid the livelier light, And mountains, that like giants stand, To sentinel enchanted land.
Стр. 383 - LORD, I have loved the habitation of thy house, and the place where thine honour dwelleth.
Стр. 350 - 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.
Стр. 335 - Raby there was slain, Whose prowess did surmount. For Witherington needs must I wail As one in doleful dumps ; For when his legs were smitten off, He fought upon his stumps.
Стр. 204 - These trees, a veil just half withdrawn; This fall of water, that doth make A murmur near the silent lake...
Стр. 133 - 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?
Стр. 387 - There are twenty of Roslin's barons bold Lie buried within that proud chapelle , Each one the holy vault doth hold, But the sea holds lovely Rosabelle ! And each St.
Стр. 250 - THERE'S not a nook within this solemn Pass, But were an apt confessional for One Taught by his summer spent, his autumn gone, That Life is but a tale of morning grass Withered at eve.
Стр. 211 - Had you seen but these roads before they were made, You'd lift up your hands and bless Marshal Wade.
Стр. 417 - Thrice happy he, who by some shady grove, Far from the clamorous world, doth live his own ; Though solitary, who is not alone, But doth converse with that eternal Love.