A Summer in ScotlandHarper, 1848 - 318 Seiten |
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America ancient Arthur's Seat ascending beautiful Ben Nevis boat boys broad Caledonian Canal called canal carpet bag cars castle coal conductress cottage course covered custom-house deck declivities descend distance door dress Edinburgh Edinburgh Castle England English entered fact feet floor glen Glen Nevis green ground half Highland hill Holyrood House inclosure Iona iron island joost lady lake land length Liverpool Loch Katrine Loch Leven Loch Lomond look Mary Mary's Mary's rooms miles morning mountain narrow Nevis Oban palace party passage passed passengers picturesque pier quaich Queen rail-way rection regalia river road rocks ruins sail saloon scene scenery Scotland seats seemed ship shore side slopes smooth sort Staffa stand steamer stone street summit tacksman thing ticket tion tourists tower town travelers valley village walk walls whole wind window
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Seite 148 - Unskilful he to note the card Of prudent lore, 'Till billows rage, and gales blow hard, And whelm him o'er ! Such fate to suffering worth is...
Seite 177 - Of all the palaces so fair, Built for the royal dwelling In Scotland, far beyond compare Linlithgow is excelling; And in its park in jovial June, How sweet the merry linnet's tune, How blithe the blackbird's lay ! The wild buck bells from ferny brake, The coot dives merry on the lake, The saddest heart might pleasure take To see all nature gay.
Seite 147 - mang the dewy weet ! Wi' spreckl'd breast, "When upward-springing, blythe, to greet, The purpling east. Cauld blew the bitter-biting north Upon thy early, humble birth ; Yet cheerfully thou glinted forth Amid the storm, Scarce rear'd above the parent earth Thy tender form. The flaunting flowers our gardens yield, High shelt'ring woods and wa's maun shield ; But thou, beneath the random bield O' clod or stane, Adorns the histie stibble-field Unseen, alane.
Seite 148 - Heav'n, He, ruin'd, sink! Ev'n thou who mourn'st the Daisy's fate, That fate is thine — no distant date; Stern Ruin's ploughshare drives elate Full on thy bloom, Till crush'd beneath the furrow's weight Shall be thy doom!
Seite 147 - Thou's met me in an evil hour ; For I maun crush amang the stoure Thy slender stem : To spare thee now is past my power, Thou bonnie gem. Alas ! it's no thy neebor sweet, The bonnie lark, companion meet, Bending thee 'mang the dewy weet ! Wi' speckled breast, When upward-springing, blithe, to greet The purpling east.
Seite 307 - I, Mr James Granger, minister at Kinneff, grant me to have in my custody the honours of the kingdom, viz. the crown, sceptre, and sword. For the crown and sceptre I raised the pavement-stone just before the pulpit, in the night tyme, and digged under it ane hole, and put them in there, and filled up the hole, and layed down the stone just as it was before, and removed the mould that remained, that none would have discerned the stone to have been raised at all.
Seite 148 - O' clod or stane, Adorns the histie stibble-field, Unseen, alane. There, in thy scanty mantle clad, Thy snawie bosom sunward spread, Thou lifts thy unassuming head In humble guise : But now the share uptears thy bed, And low thou lies ! Such is the fate of artless Maid, Sweet flow'ret of the rural shade, By love's simplicity betray'd, And guileless trust, Till she, like thee, all soil'd, is laid Low i
Seite 306 - But if you want provisions, sogers, and ammunition, and cannot hold out at the assaultis of the enemie, which is feared and thought you cannot doe ; if you be hardlye persewed, I know no better expedient than that the honours of the crowne be speedilye and saiflie transported to some remote and strong castle or hold in the Highlands...
Seite 148 - Till billows rage, and gales blow hard, And whelm him o'er ! Such fate to suffering worth is giv'n, Who long with wants and woes has striv'n, By human pride or cunning driv'n To mis'ry's brink, 'Till wrenched of every stay but Heav'n, He, ruin'd, sink!
Seite 307 - Kinneff, grant me to have in my custody the honours of the kingdom, viz. the crown, sceptre, and sword. For the crown and sceptre I raised the pavement-stone just before the pulpit, in the night tyme, and digged under it ane hole, and put them in there, and filled up the hole, and layed down the stone just as it was before, and removed the mould that remained, that none would have discerned the stone to have been raised at all. The sword again, at the west end of the church, amongst some common...