The picture of Glasgow; or, Strangers' guide [by R. Chapman].

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R. Chapman, 1812 - 288 Seiten

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Seite 27 - At last the roused-up river pours along: Resistless, roaring, dreadful, down it comes, From the rude mountain, and the mossy wild, Tumbling through rocks abrupt, and sounding far; Then o'er the sanded valley floating spreads, Calm, sluggish, silent; till again...
Seite 271 - Big with the vanity of state; But transient is the smile of fate! A little rule, a little sway, A sunbeam in a winter's day, Is all the proud and mighty have Between the cradle and the grave.
Seite 234 - 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 shattered trunk, and frequent flung, Where seemed the cliffs to meet on high, His boughs athwart the narrowed sky.
Seite 224 - SOLITUDE, romantic maid ! Whether by nodding towers you tread Or haunt the desert's trackless gloom, Or hover o'er the yawning tomb, Or climb the Andes' clifted side, Or by the Nile's coy source abide, Or, starting from your half-year's sleep From Hecla view the thawing deep, Or, at the purple dawn of day, Tadmor's marble wastes survey ; You, recluse, again I woo, And again your steps pursue.
Seite 234 - Where glistening streamers waved and danced, The wanderer's eye could barely view The summer heaven's delicious blue ; So wondrous wild, the whole might seem The scenery of a fairy dream.
Seite 86 - midst the wreck of things which were; There lie interr'd the more illustrious dead. The wind is up: hark ! how it howls ! Methinks Till now, I never heard a sound so dreary: Doors creak, and windows clap, and night's foul bird, Rook'd in the spire, screams loud...
Seite 224 - Solitude, romantic maid ! Whether by nodding towers you tread ; Or haunt the desert's trackless gloom, Or hover o'er the yawning tomb ; Or climb the Andes' clifted side, Or by the Nile's coy source abide : Or, starting from your half-year's sleep, From Hecla view the thawing deep : Or, at the purple dawn of day, Tadmor's marble wastes survey." observing,
Seite 234 - 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 ; Foxglove and nightshade side by side, Emblems of punishment and pride, Grouped their dark hues with every stain The weather-beaten crags retain.
Seite 86 - ... took arms, swearing with many oaths. that he who did cast down the first stone, should be buried under it. Neither could they be pacified, till the workmen were discharged by the magistrates.
Seite 228 - Safe o'er yon tow'ring hill's aspiring head. Attentive, then, to this informing lay, Read how he dictates, as he points the way. Trust not at first a quick advent'rous pace, Six miles its top points gradual from the base. Up the high rise with panting haste I pass'd, And gain'd the long laborious steep at last.

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