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Strona 229 - ... side, and discover above them a broken line of crags, that crown the scene. Not a single red tile, no flaring gentleman's house or garden walls, break in upon the repose of this little unsuspected paradise ; but all is peace, rusticity, and happy poverty in its neatest and most becoming attire.
Strona 95 - Try their thin wings and dance in the warm beam That waked them into life. Even the green trees Partake the deep contentment; as they bend To the soft winds, the sun from the blue sky Looks in and sheds a blessing on the scene.
Strona 108 - In the evening walked alone down to the Lake by the side of Crow-Park after sunset, and saw the solemn colouring of night draw on, the last gleam of sunshine fading away on the hill-tops, the deep serene of the waters, and the long shadows of the mountains thrown across them, till they nearly touched the hithermost shore. At distance heard the murmur of many waterfalls not audible in the day-time. Wished for the Moon, but she was 'dark to me and silent, hid in her vacant interlunar cave'.
Strona 276 - I would set that castell in a low, And sloken it with English blood ! There's never a man in Cumberland, Should ken where Carlisle castell stood. "But since nae war's between the lands, And there is peace, and peace should be, I'll neither harm English lad or lass, And yet the Kinmont freed shall be...
Strona 104 - ... lichens, and moss, short grasses, and short fern, and stone-plants of various kinds. The ornamented chimneys, round or square, less adorned than those which, like little turrets, crest the houses of the Portuguese peasantry...
Strona 276 - Now word is gane to the bauld Keeper, In Branksome Ha', where that he lay, That Lord Scroope has ta'en the Kinmont Willie Between the hours of night and day. He has ta'en the table wi' his hand, He garr'd the red wine spring on hie — "Now Christ's curse on my head," he said, "But avenged of Lord Scroope I'll be!
Strona 276 - Is Keeper here on the Scottish side? "And have they e'en ta'en him, Kinmont Willie, Withouten either dread or fear ? And forgotten that the bauld Buccleuch Can back a steed, or shake a spear?
Strona 42 - LIST, ye who pass by Lyulph's tower* At eve; how softly then Doth Aira force, that torrent hoarse, Speak from the woody glen ! Fit music for a solemn vale! And holier seems the ground To him who catches on the gale The spirit of a mournful tale, Embodied in the sound.
Strona 278 - What is there that a man dares not do ? " proudly replied Buccleuch. The wrath of Elizabeth,' it is said, was melted by so brave an answer, and turning to her attendants she remarked, " With ten thousand such men our brother of Scotland might shake the firmest throne in Europe.
Strona 277 - They thought King James and a' his men Had won the house wi' bow and spear; It was but twenty Scots and ten, That put a thousand in sic a stear! Wi' coulters, and wi' forehammers, We garr'd the bars bang merrilie, Until we came to the inner prison, Where Willie o