Black's Picturesque Guide to the English Lakes: Including an Essay on the Geology of the District

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Adam and Charles Black, 1853 - 251 pÓgines
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PÓgina 60 - Wharton, the scorn and wonder of our days, Whose ruling passion was the lust of praise: Born with whate'er could win it from the wise, Women and fools must like him or he dies; Though wond'ring Senates hung on all he spoke, The Club must hail him master of the joke.
PÓgina 37 - For a sheet of flame, from the turret high, Waved like a blood-flag on the sky, All flaring and uneven ; And soon a score of fires, I ween, From height, and hill, and cliff, were seen ; Each with warlike tidings fraught ; Each from each the signal caught ; Each after each they glanced to sight, As stars arise upon the night. They gleam'd on many a dusky tarn, Haunted by the lonely earn ; On many a cairn's grey pyramid, Where urns of mighty chiefs lie hid...
PÓgina 121 - Tree! a living thing Produced too slowly ever to decay; Of form and aspect too magnificent To be destroyed.
PÓgina 14 - Then peers grew proud in horsemanship t' excel, Newmarket's glory rose, as Britain's fell ; The soldier breath'd the gallantries of France, And ev'ry flowery courtier writ romance. Then marble, soften'd into life, grew warm, And yielding metal flow'd to human form : Lely on animated canvas stole The sleepy eye, that spoke the melting soul.
PÓgina 158 - The Dog, which still was hovering nigh, Repeating the same timid cry, This Dog, had been through three months' space A dweller in that savage place.
PÓgina 127 - I do love these ancient ruins. We never tread upon them but we set Our foot upon some reverend history; And, questionless, here in this open court, Which now lies naked to the injuries Of stormy weather, some men lie...
PÓgina 83 - Dispirited : when, all at once, behold ! 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 ! Urn-like it was in shape, deep as an urn; With rocks encompassed, save that to the south Was one small opening, where a heathclad ridge Supplied a boundary less abrupt and close ; A quiet treeless nook, with two green fields, A liquid pool that glittered...
PÓgina 92 - The bosom of the mountains spreading here into a broad basin discovers in the midst Grasmere-water; its margin is hollowed into small bays with bold eminences: some of them rocks, some of soft turf that half conceal and vary the figure of the little lake they command. From the shore a low promontory pushes itself far into the water, and on it stands a white village with the parish...
PÓgina 39 - And they that shall be of thee shall build the old waste places : thou shalt raise up the foundations of many generations ; and thou shalt be called, The repairer of the breach, The restorer of paths to dwell in.
PÓgina 114 - Paled in by many a lofty hill, The narrow dale lay smooth and still, And? down its verdant bosom led, A winding brooklet found its bed.

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