The land of Scott; or, Tourists' guide to Abbotsford, the country of the Tweed and its tributaries, and St. Mary's loch [by J.M. Wilson]. |
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ABBEY Abbotsford adjacent adorned ancient tower arches ballad BANKS.-British Linen battle of Philiphaugh beauty Berwick Border braes Branxholm bridge Buccleuch castle central tower Cheviots chiefly Coldstream commands contains crags crosses crown Despatches Duke Dunse Earl edifice Edinburgh Eildon Eildon hills elegant Ettrick Forest flank Flodden fortalice four times a-day Galashiels glen Gothic grounds haugh Hawick height hills Innerleithen Jedburgh Kelso Ladykirk left bank left side lofty MAILS.-Arrivals mansion Mary's Loch Maxwellheugh Melrose MELROSE ABBEY Merse mile farther modern mountains mouth o'er Outlaw Murray p.m. CONVEYANCES.-Railway Trains parish church Peebles Philiphaugh picturesque pile pleasant railway station right bank right side river road rocky Roxburgh Ruberslaw ruins Rutherford scene scenery Scotland Scottish seat Selkirk Sir Walter Scott song special conveyance spot Sprouston stands stream Teviot Teviotdale thence Thomas the Rhymer tourist town tract transept Traquair Tweed Tweeddale Tweedmouth vale viaduct vicinity village walls wild wood Yarrow
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Стр. 39 - Though scarce a puny streamlet's speed Claimed homage from a shepherd's reed; Yet was poetic impulse given, By the green hill and clear blue heaven. It was a barren scene, and wild, Where naked cliffs were rudely piled; But ever and anon between Lay velvet tufts of loveliest green; And well the lonely infant knew Recesses where the wall-flower grew, And honey-suckle loved to crawl Up the low crag and ruined wall.
Стр. 34 - 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. 19 - 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.
Стр. 34 - The darkened roof rose high aloof On pillars lofty and light and small; The keystone, that locked each ribbed aisle, Was a fleur-de-lys, or a quatre-feuille : The corbells were carved grotesque and grim : And the pillars, with clustered shafts so trim, With base and with capital flourished around, Seemed bundles of lances which garlands had bound.
Стр. 35 - If thou wouldst view fair Melrose aright, Go visit it by the pale moonlight ; For the gay beams of lightsome day Gild, but to flout, the ruins gray. 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 ; When silver edges the imagery, And the scrolls that teach thee to live and die...
Стр. 35 - 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.
Стр. 18 - Nor have these eyes by greener hills Been soothed, in all my wanderings. And, through her depths, Saint Mary's Lake Is visibly delighted ; For not a feature of those hills Is in the mirror slighted. A blue sky bends o'er Yarrow vale, Save where that pearly whiteness Is round...
Стр. 18 - O that some Minstrel's harp were near, To utter notes of gladness, And chase this silence from the air, That fills my heart with sadness...
Стр. 43 - Ten squires, ten yeomen, mail-clad men, Waited the beck of the warders ten ; Thirty steeds, both fleet and wight, Stood saddled in stable day and night, Barbed with frontlet of steel, I trow, And with Jedwood-axe at saddle-bow ; A hundred more fed free in stall : Such was the custom of Branksome Hall.
Стр. 39 - Down from that strength had spurr'd their horse. Their southern rapine to renew, Far in the distant Cheviots blue, And, home returning, fill'd the hall With revel, wassel-rout, and brawl.