The ten-day tourist; or, Sniffs of the mountain breezeA.W. Bennett, 1865 - 170 |
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The Ten Day Tourist, Or Sniffs of the Mountain Breeze: Comprising, Ten Days ... William Bigg Podgląd niedostępny - 2019 |
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ancient appearance arrived ascent beautiful Beddgelert Ben Lomond beneath boat Buttermere Cader Cader Idris Capel Curig church cliff clouds coach coffee-room cottage Crag descend distance district Dolgelly Dublin English fern five miles foot Gelert Glasgow Grasmere green ground head height Helvellyn Highland hill hundred feet Ireland Irish island journey Keswick Kilkee Killarney Kilrush kind ladies lake land Limerick Llanberis Llangollen Loch Katrine Loch Lomond Loch Long looking Moel Siabod morning moun mountain noble North Wales party pass Patterdale peak perpendicular poet portmanteau precipice quarters railway rising river road rock rocky scene scenery seems sheep shore of Loch side situated Snowdon Southey steamer stone stream stroll summit Tarbet Tarn tourist town trees Trosachs trout upper vale valley village visitors voyage walk weather Welsh wild Windermere wooded Wordsworth yards
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Strona 24 - These are thy glorious works, Parent of good, Almighty, thine this universal frame, Thus wondrous fair; thyself how wondrous then ! Unspeakable, who sitt'st above these heavens, To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine.
Strona 76 - How long didst thou think that his silence was slumber ? When the wind waved his garment, how oft didst thou start?
Strona 76 - CLIMB'D the dark brow of the mighty Hellvellyn, Lakes and mountains beneath me gleam'd 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 mark'd the sad spot where the wanderer had died.
Strona 120 - The broom's tough roots his ladder made, The hazel saplings lent their aid ; And thus an airy point he won, Where, gleaming with the setting sun, One burnished sheet of living gold, Loch Katrine lay beneath him rolled...
Strona 119 - The western waves of ebbing day Rolled o'er the glen their level way; Each purple peak, each flinty spire, Was bathed in floods of living fire. But not a setting beam could glow Within the dark ravines below, Where twined the path in shadow hid, Round many a rocky pyramid, Shooting abruptly from the dell Its...
Strona 33 - Aroused by Gelert's dying yell, some slumberer wakened nigh; What words the parent's joy can tell, to hear his infant cry ! Concealed beneath a mangled heap his hurried search had missed, All glowing from his rosy sleep his cherub boy he kissed...
Strona 33 - He called his child — no voice replied — He searched, with terror wild ; Blood, blood he found on every side, But nowhere found his child. " Hell-hound ! my child's by thee devoured," The frantic father cried ; And to the hilt his vengeful sword He plunged in Gelert's side.
Strona 120 - Aloft, the ash and warrior oak Cast anchor in the rifted rock...
Strona 34 - And marbles storied with his praise Poor Gelert's bones protect. Here never could the spearman pass, Or forester, unmoved ; Here oft the tear-besprinkled grass, Llewellyn's sorrow proved. And here he hung his horn and spear, And oft as evening fell, In fancy's piercing sounds would hear Poor Gelert's dying yell ! And till great Snowdon's rocks grow old, And cease the storm to brave, The consecrated spot shall hold The name of Gelert's grave.
Strona 32 - Oh, where does faithful Gelert roam ? the flower of all his race ! so true, so brave ! a lamb at home — a lion in the chase!