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Abbot according Aidan ancient appears Bishop Blaan Britain broad building built buried Bute called Castle cell Celtic Celtic Church century chapel Christian Church circle circular cists Columba connection consecrated covered crannoges cross dedicated diameter died early east existed face farm feet field fort four Gael Goidelic grave hand head held hill holy illustrated inches influence Iona Ireland Irish island Isles John Kilblaan King Kingarth known land later living Loch marked measures memory mentioned missionaries monastery monks mound native Northumbria origin parish Picts preserved primitive probably reference remains ridge rock Roman Rothesay round rule saint says Scotland Scots seems side similar slab St Blaan's St Brendan St Patrick stone thick traces tradition visible wall Western wood YORK
Сторінка 107 - Not as the conqueror comes, They, the true-hearted, came; Not with the roll of the stirring drums, And the trumpet that sings of fame; Not as the flying come, In silence and in fear — They shook the depths of the desert's gloom With their hymns of lofty cheer.
Сторінка 193 - I do love these ancient ruins. We never tread upon them but we set Our foot upon some reverend history; And, questionless, here in this open court, Which now lies naked to the injuries Of stormy weather, some men lie...
Сторінка 192 - Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife, Their sober wishes never learned to stray ; Along the cool sequestered vale of life They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.
Сторінка 1 - Touched by remembrance, trembles to that pole ; For in this land of Heaven's peculiar grace, The heritage of nature's noblest race, There is a spot of earth supremely blest, A dearer, sweeter spot than all the rest...
Сторінка 169 - He wandered far ; much did he see of men, Their manners, their enjoyments and pursuits, Their passions, and their feelings ; chiefly those Essential and eternal in the heart, Which, 'mid the simpler forms of rural life, Exist more simple in their elements, And speak a plainer language. In the woods, A lone Enthusiast, and among the fields...
Сторінка 150 - At last — (it was the Christmas night; Stars shone after a day of storm) — He sees float past an iceberg white, And on it — Christ! — a living form. That furtive mien, that scowling eye, Of hair that red and tufted fell It is — Oh, where shall Brandan fly? — The traitor Judas, out of hell!
Сторінка 167 - At eve within yon studious nook, I ope my brass-embossed book, Portray'd with many a holy deed Of martyrs, crown'd with heavenly meed : Then, as my taper waxes dim, Chant, ere I sleep, my measured hymn ; And at the close, the gleams behold Of parting wings bedropt with gold.
Сторінка 212 - Sir Ralph the Rover sailed away, He scoured the seas for many a day ; And now grown rich with plundered store, He steers his course for Scotland's shore.
Сторінка 67 - How many different rites have these grey old temples known? To the mind what dreams are written in these chronicles of stone! What terror and what error, what gleams of love and truth, Have flashed from these walls since the world was in its youth?