The Scenery and Poetry of the English Lakes: A Summer Ramble

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Longman, Brown, Green, and Longmans, 1852 - 269 Seiten
This volume recollects the author's?journey through the English Lakes, with an emphasis on its Romantic poetry associations.
 

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Seite 204 - There is a Yew-tree, pride of Lorton Vale, Which to this day stands single, in the midst Of its own darkness, as it stood of yore : Not loth to furnish weapons for the bands Of Umfraville or Percy ere they marched To Scotland's heaths ; or those that crossed the sea And drew their sounding bows at Azincour, Perhaps at earlier Crecy, or Poictiers. Of vast circumference and gloom profound This solitary Tree ! a living thing Produced too slowly ever to decay ; Of form and aspect too magnificent To be...
Seite 103 - Lakes and mountains beneath me gleamed misty and wide; All was still, save, by fits, when the eagle was yelling, And starting around me the echoes replied. On the right, Striden-edge round the Red-tarn was bending, And Catchedicam its left verge was defending, One huge nameless rock in the front was ascending, When I marked the sad spot where the wanderer had died.
Seite 243 - He has ta'en the watchman by the throat, He flung him down upon the lead — " Had there not been peace between our lands, Upon the other side thou hadst gaed ! — " Now sound out, trumpets !
Seite 104 - wildered, he drops from some cliff huge in stature, And draws his last sob by the side of his dam...
Seite 168 - For a while till it sleeps In its own little lake. And thence at departing, Awakening and starting, It runs through the reeds, And away it proceeds, Through meadow and glade...
Seite 176 - By sheddings from the pining umbrage tinged Perennially — beneath whose sable roof Of boughs, as if for festal purpose, decked With unrejoicing berries — ghostly Shapes May meet at noontide; Fear and trembling Hope; Silence and Foresight; Death the Skeleton And Time the Shadow — there to celebrate, As in a natural temple scattered o'er With altars undisturbed of mossy stone, United worship; or in mute repose To lie, and listen to the mountain flood Murmuring from Glaramara's inmost caves.
Seite 55 - The rivulet Wanton and wild, through many a green ravine Beneath the forest flowed. Sometimes it fell Among the moss with hollow harmony Dark and profound. Now on the polished stones It danced ; like childhood laughing as it went : Then, through the plain in tranquil wanderings crept, Reflecting every herb and drooping bud That overhung its quietness.
Seite 168 - And, moreover, he tasked me To tell him in rhyme. Anon at the word There first came one daughter And then came another, To second and third The request of their brother And to hear how the water Comes down at Lodore, With its rush and its roar As many a time They had seen it before. So I told them in rhyme, For of rhymes I had store, And 'twas in my vocation For their recreation That so I should sing; Because I was Laureate To them and the King.
Seite 170 - And gleaming and streaming and steaming and beaming. And rushing and flushing and brushing and gushing, And flapping and rapping and clapping and slapping, And curling and whirling and purling and twirling...
Seite 171 - And thumping and plumping and bumping and jumping, And dashing and flashing and splashing and clashing; And so never ending, but always descending, Sounds and motions for ever and ever are blending All at once and all o'er, with a mighty uproar, — And this way the water comes down at Lodore.

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