From Irish Castles to French ChâteauxSmall, Maynard, 1910 - 241 strán (strany) Travel in Great Britain and a sketch of Paris, Versailles, and Fontainbleau. |
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Abbotsford Alloway ALLOWAY KIRK arches auld beautiful Bread Street Brig Burns castle cathedral Causeway centuries Cheapside Cheshire Cheese CHRIST'S COLLEGE church clouds colors cottage dreams DRYBURGH ABBEY Edinburgh famous favorite seat Fleet Street flowers Fontainebleau gardens ghosts Giles glory glow grave gray green heart hills historic holy Holyrood imagination inspiration Ireland John Milton Johnson kings Langley LANGLEY MARISH light Lincoln literary lived Loch Katrine London magnificent Mary Mauretania MELROSE ABBEY memories ment mighty minster monu monument mountains N. B. Carson NEWPORT ARCH night palace Paris Paul's Photograph by N. B. picture picturesque poet poet's Portrush Princes Street quaint Queen relics romance scene Scotch SCOTCH LAKE Scott shadows Shakespeare SHANE'S CASTLE side Slemish soul spirit stands stone Stratford Stratford-on-Avon Temple Thames to-day tomb Tower town trees Versailles visitor walk walls waters wind window wonderful
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Strana 30 - Is there, in human form, that bears a heart, A wretch ! a villain ! lost to love and truth ! That can, with studied, sly, ensnaring art, Betray sweet Jenny's unsuspecting youth? Curse on his perjur'd arts ! dissembling smooth ! Are honour, virtue, conscience, all exil'd?
Strana 170 - Gently o'er the accustomed oak ; Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly, Most musical, most melancholy ! Thee, chauntress, oft the woods among I woo, to hear thy even-song ; And, missing thee, I walk unseen On the dry smooth-shaven green, To behold the wandering moon, Riding near her highest noon, Like one that had been led astray Through the heaven's wide pathless way, And oft, as if her head she bowed, Stooping through a fleecy cloud.
Strana 197 - What needs my Shakespeare for his honoured bones, The labour of an age in piled stones, Or that his hallowed relics should be hid Under a star-ypointing pyramid? Dear son of memory, great heir of Fame, What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name? Thou in our wonder and astonishment Hast built thyself a livelong monument.
Strana 26 - Nick, in shape o' beast; A towzie tyke, black, grim, and large, To gie them music was his charge: He screw'd the pipes and gart them skirl, Till roof and rafters a
Strana 49 - With boughs that quaked at every breath, Grey birch and aspen wept beneath ; Aloft, the ash and warrior oak Cast anchor in the rifted rock ; And higher yet the pine-tree hung His shatter'd trunk, and frequent flung, Where seemed the cliffs to meet on high, His boughs athwart the narrowed sky.
Strana 48 - Boon nature scattered, free and wild, Each plant or flower, the mountain's child. Here eglantine embalmed the air, Hawthorn and hazel mingled there ; The primrose pale and violet flower Found in each cliff a narrow bower...
Strana 169 - Russet lawns, and fallows gray, Where the nibbling flocks do stray, Mountains, on whose barren breast The labouring clouds do often rest ; Meadows trim, with daisies pied, Shallow brooks, and rivers wide ; Towers and battlements it sees Bosom'd high in tufted trees, Where perhaps some beauty lies, The cynosure of neighbouring eyes.
Strana 198 - Under a star-ypointing pyramid ? Dear son of Memory/ great heir of fame, What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name ? Thou, in our wonder and astonishment, Hast built .thyself a...
Strana 169 - Where the nibbling flocks do stray — Mountains, on whose barren breast The laboring clouds do often rest — Meadows trim with daisies pied. Shallow brooks, and rivers wide'. Towers and battlements it sees Bosomed high in tufted trees, Where perhaps some beauty lies, The cynosure of neighboring eyes.
Strana 169 - Less Philomel will deign a song In her sweetest saddest plight, Smoothing the rugged brow of Night, While Cynthia checks her dragon yoke Gently o'er the accustom'd oak. — Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly, Most musical, most melancholy...