A Complete Guide to the Lakes,: Comprising Minute Directions for the Tourist, with Mr. Wordsworth's Description of the Scenery of the Country, &c. and Three Letters on the Geology of the Lake District,
J. Hudson. London: Longman and Company, and Whittaker and Company Liverpool; Webb ... Manchester; Simms and Company, 1843 - 259 pàgines
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Abbey Ambleside ancient appearance approach ascending banks beautiful beds Borrowdale Bowness Bridge Buttermere called Castle changes Chapel Church Cockermouth colour Coniston Crag cross Cumberland dale deep Derwent Water descend direct distance elevation Excursion fall feet Fell fields foot four Furness Grasmere green half Hall Head height High hill interesting Island Kendal Keswick lake land Langdale leads leaves light limestone looking lower masses miles mountains nature noticed object observed pass Patterdale Penrith Pike present reached remains rising river road rocks round Rydal Scale scene seen side situated Skiddaw slate stands steep stone stream striking structure summit surface Tarn thence Tourist tower town traveller trees turns Ullswater upper Vale valley walk wall Water whole Windermere winds wood
Pàgina 83 - 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...
Pàgina 67 - 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, Retreating and meeting and beating and sheeting, Delaying and straying and playing and spraying, Advancing and prancing and glancing and dancing.
Pàgina 66 - Eddying and whisking, Spouting and frisking, Turning and twisting, Around and around With endless rebound: Smiting and fighting, A sight to delight in; Confounding, astounding, Dizzying and deafening the ear with its sound.
Pàgina 170 - Many hearts deplored The fate of those old Trees ; and oft with pain The Traveller, at this day, will stop and gaze On wrongs, which Nature scarcely seems to heed : For sheltered places, bosoms, nooks, and bays, And the pure mountains, and the gentle Tweed, And the green silent pastures, yet remain.
Pàgina 134 - There sometimes doth a leaping fish Send through the tarn a lonely cheer; The crags repeat the raven's croak, In symphony austere ; Thither the rainbow comes — the cloud — • And mists that spread the flying shroud ; And sunbeams ; and the sounding blast, That, if it could, would hurry past; But that enormous barrier binds it fast.
Pàgina 72 - ... 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.
Pàgina 127 - Of mountain torrents ; or the visible scene Would enter unawares into his mind With all its solemn imagery, its rocks, Its woods, and that uncertain heaven, received Into the bosom of the steady lake.
Pàgina 43 - Beneath our feet, a little lowly vale, A lowly vale, and yet uplifted high Among the mountains ; even as if the spot Had been from eldest time by wish of theirs So placed, to be shut out from all the world!
Pàgina 67 - And falling and brawling and sprawling, And driving and riving and striving, And sprinkling and twinkling and wrinkling, And sounding...
Pàgina 154 - Neither high-born nobleman, knight, nor esquire was here; but many of these humble sons of the hills had a consciousness that the land, which they walked over and tilled, had for more than five hundred years been possessed by men of their name and blood...