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Abbey ancient appearance banks beautiful bridge building built called carried Castle centre century chapel character church close cloth coal contains course cross Derwent Water direction distance district east Edinburgh England establishment extending feet four front give Glasgow green ground half Hall hand head height hills houses hundred important inhabitants interesting kind King lake land lead Leeds length less light living look Lord manufacture means meet miles mountain natural nearly Newcastle object occupied once pass perhaps portion present railway reach remains remarkable residence respect rising river road rock running scene Scotland seen ships side situated stands stone stream Street summit tower town traveller valley various village walk walls whole winding wood
Сторінка 222 - O'erhung with wild woods, thick'ning green ; The fragrant birch, and hawthorn hoar, Twin'd am'rous round the raptured scene; The flowers sprang wanton to be prest, The birds sang love on every spray — Till too, too soon, the glowing west Proclaim'd the speed of winged day. Still o'er these scenes my mem'ry wakes, And fondly broods with miser care ! Time but th' impression stronger makes, As streams their channels deeper wear.
Сторінка 152 - When a piece of scenery so beautiful, yet so varied, — so exciting by its intricacy, and yet so sublime, — is lighted up by the tints of morning or of evening, and displays all that variety of shadowy depth, exchanged with partial brilliancy, which gives character even to the tamest of landscapes, the effect approaches near to enchantment. This path used to be my favourite evening and morning resort, when engaged with a favourite author, or new subject of study.
Сторінка 223 - Farewell, old Coila's hills and dales, Her heathy moors and winding vales ; The scenes where wretched fancy roves, Pursuing past, unhappy loves ! Farewell, my friends ! Farewell, my foes ! My peace with these, my love with those — The bursting tears my heart declare ; Farewell, the bonnie banks of Ayr 1 THE FAREWELL.
Сторінка 222 - 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? That sacred hour 'can I forget, Can I forget the hallow'd grove, Where by the winding Ayr we met, To live one day of parting love?
Сторінка 262 - THERE is not in the wide world a valley so sweet, As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet; Oh ! the last rays of feeling and life must depart, Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart.
Сторінка 10 - Allatson, shall take nine of each sort, to be cut as aforesaid, and to be taken on your backs and carried to the town of Whitby, and to be there before nine of the clock the same day before mentioned.
Сторінка 222 - O' my sweet Highland Mary. How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk, How rich the hawthorn's blossom, As underneath their fragrant shade I clasp'd her to my bosom ! The golden hours on angel wings Flew o'er me and my dearie ; For dear to me as light and life Was my sweet Highland Mary. Wi' mony a vow and lock'd embrace Our parting was fu...
Сторінка 223 - By early winter's ravage torn; Across her placid, azure sky, She sees the scowling tempest fly: Chill runs my blood to hear it rave — I think upon the stormy wave, Where many a danger I must dare, Far from the bonnie banks of Ayr. 'Tis not the surging billow's roar, Tis not that fatal, deadly shore; Tho' death in ev'ry shape appear, The wretched have no more to fear!