The picture of ScotlandWilliam Tait, 1827 |
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Strana 24
... Lord Home ; and there is a tradition , that a party , led to the Holy Land by some of their feudal chiefs , obtained there the highest credit for their conduct . The present genera- tion has seen that the Yeomanry of the Merse have lost ...
... Lord Home ; and there is a tradition , that a party , led to the Holy Land by some of their feudal chiefs , obtained there the highest credit for their conduct . The present genera- tion has seen that the Yeomanry of the Merse have lost ...
Strana 31
... Lord , grant that they may return victorious , or return no more . ' Hume Castle was the seat of the ancient and power- ful family whose name it bears or rather conferred , the leading family of the Merse . It was besieged in 1541 The ...
... Lord , grant that they may return victorious , or return no more . ' Hume Castle was the seat of the ancient and power- ful family whose name it bears or rather conferred , the leading family of the Merse . It was besieged in 1541 The ...
Strana 32
... Lord Home rose , and coming into the hall , found his footman lying snoring upon the bench , instead of being engaged in the performance of his pressing errand ; which so enraged him , that he drew his sword , and was on the point of ...
... Lord Home rose , and coming into the hall , found his footman lying snoring upon the bench , instead of being engaged in the performance of his pressing errand ; which so enraged him , that he drew his sword , and was on the point of ...
Strana 41
... name was conferred by Mr. Gavin , the parvenú lord of the manor . Gavinton is a neat and regular vil- lage , situated in the midst of a most beautiful country , 42 DUNSE . In the neighbourhood of the church is Berwickshire .
... name was conferred by Mr. Gavin , the parvenú lord of the manor . Gavinton is a neat and regular vil- lage , situated in the midst of a most beautiful country , 42 DUNSE . In the neighbourhood of the church is Berwickshire .
Strana 47
... lord of the manor . The church- yard , which seems to be still used by the common peo- ple as a place of sepulture , is surrounded by a number of melancholy trees , that give the little area an appro priate air of seclusion and repose ...
... lord of the manor . The church- yard , which seems to be still used by the common peo- ple as a place of sepulture , is surrounded by a number of melancholy trees , that give the little area an appro priate air of seclusion and repose ...
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Abbey ancient appearance Ayrshire bank beautiful Berwick bridge built burgh Burns called Castle celebrated century character church church-yard Clyde cross curious district Drumelzier Dumfries Dumfriesshire Dunse Earl Earlstoun edifice Edinburgh eminence erected Ettrick formed former formerly fortress Galashiels Galloway Glasgow ground haugh Hawick Hermitage Hermitage Castle hills inhabitants James James Blaikie Jedburgh king Kirkcudbright lady laird Lammermuir land Langholm Lauderdale Liddisdale Loch Lochmaben Lord Melrose MELROSE ABBEY Merse miles mountain Neidpath Castle neighbourhood neighbouring object occasion once parish Peebles Peeblesshire Polwarth possesses present remarkable residence Rhymer river road Roxburghshire royal burgh ruins scene scenery Scot Scotland Scottish seat seems seen Selkirk Selkirkshire side singular situated Solway spot St Mary's Loch stone stream street THOMAS THE RHYMER tion tower town Town-heid tradition trees Tweed vale village whole wild wood worthy Yarrow
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Strana 122 - 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.
Strana 158 - But thou, that didst appear so fair To fond imagination, Dost rival in the light of day Her delicate creation : Meek loveliness is round thee spread, A softness still and holy ; The grace of forest charms decayed, And pastoral melancholy.
Strana 121 - 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...
Strana 157 - 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...
Strana 120 - Greece, but living Greece no more ! So coldly sweet, so deadly fair, We start, for soul is wanting there. Hers is the loveliness in death, That parts not quite with parting breath ; But beauty with that fearful bloom, That hue which haunts it to the tomb ; Expression's last receding ray, A gilded halo hovering round decay, The farewell beam of Feeling past away!
Strana viii - I have no dearer aim than to have it in my power, unplagued with the routine of business, for which heaven knows I am unfit enough, to make leisurely pilgrimages through Caledonia ; to sit on the fields of her battles ; to wander on the romantic banks of her rivers ; and to muse by the stately towers or venerable ruins, once the honoured abodes of her heroes.
Strana 159 - The sober hills thus deck their brows To meet the wintry season. I see — but not by sight alone, Loved Yarrow, have I won thee; A ray of Fancy still survives — Her sunshine plays upon thee...
Strana 82 - SWEET TEVIOT ! on thy silver tide The glaring bale-fires blaze no more ; No longer steel-clad warriors ride Along thy wild and willowed shore ; Where'er thou wind'st, by dale or hill, All, all is peaceful, all is still, As if thy waves, since Time was born, Since first they rolled upon the Tweed, Had only heard the shepherd's reed, Nor started at the bugle-horn.
Strana 122 - The moon on the east oriel shone, Through slender shafts of shapely stone, By foliaged tracery combined ; Thou would'st have thought some fairy's hand ' Twixt poplars straight the ozier wand, In many a freakish knot, had twined ; Then framed a spell, when the work was done, And changed the willow wreaths to stone.
Strana 98 - Lylliard lies under this stane, Little was her stature, but great was her fame ; Upon the English louns she laid mony thumps, And when her legs were cutted off, she fought upon her stumps.