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The Scottish Tourist, and Itinerary: Or, a Guide to the Scenery and ...
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Abbey ancient appearance arches banks Bart battle beautiful bridge building built burgh called Castle cave celebrated church Clyde coast commands considerable contains crosses deep delightful descends distance Duke Earl east Edinburgh elegant English enters erected extensive extremity fall feet five four glen ground half head height hill House interesting island James John King lake land late Leaving length Loch lofty Lord magnificent mansion miles farther mountains mouth nearly neighbourhood objects obtained once opening opposite passes Perth population present proceeds Queen reaches remains remarkable residence rising river road rock romantic royal ruins runs scene scenery Scotland Scottish seat seen shore side situate stands Stirling stone stream Street strikes summit surrounded three miles Tourist tower town trees valley village walls whole woods
Page 294 - We were now treading that illustrious island, which was once the luminary of the Caledonian regions, whence savage clans and roving barbarians derived the benefits of knowledge, and the blessings of religion. To abstract the mind from all local emotion would be impossible, if it were endeavoured, and would be foolish, if it were possible. Whatever withdraws us from the power of our senses ; whatever makes the past, the distant, or the future predominate over the present, advances us in the dignity...
Page 77 - Have, then, thy wish!"— he whistled shrill, And he was answered from the hill ; Wild as the scream of the curlew From crag to crag the signal flew. Instant, through copse and heath, arose Bonnets and spears and bended bows ; On right, on left, above, below, Sprung up at once the lurking foe...
Page 157 - ... stream, in whose transparent wave My youthful limbs I wont to lave ; No torrents stain thy limpid source, No rocks impede thy dimpling course, That sweetly warbles o'er its bed, With white round polish'd pebbles spread ; While, lightly poised, the scaly brood In myriads cleave thy crystal flood ; The springing trout in speckled pride, The salmon, monarch of the tide ; The ruthless pike, intent on war, The silver eel, and mottled par.
Page 156 - ON Leven's banks, while free to rove, And tune the rural pipe to love, I envied not the happiest swain That ever trod the Arcadian plain. Pure stream, in whose transparent wave My youthful limbs I wont to lave...
Page 103 - Let fortune's gifts at random flee, They ne'er shall draw a wish frae me, Supremely blest wi' love and thee, In the birks of Aberfeldy.
Page 157 - May numerous herds and flocks be seen : And lasses chanting o'er the pail, And shepherds piping in the dale ; And ancient faith that knows no guile, And industry embrown'd with toil ; And hearts resolved and hands prepared The blessings they enjoy to guard 1 [S
Page 223 - ... compass, they do bring, or chase in the deer, in many herds, (two, three, or four hundred in a herd,) to such or such a place, as the noblemen shall appoint them ; then, when day is come, the lords and gentlemen of their companies...
Page 250 - Where, through a shapeless breach, his stream resounds. As high in air the bursting torrents flow, As deep recoiling surges foam below ; Prone down the rock the whitening sheet descends, And viewless Echo's ear, astonished, rends. Dim seen, through rising mists and ceaseless showers, The hoary cavern, wide surrounding, lowers ; Still through the gap the struggling river toils, And still below, the horrid caldron boils...
Page 223 - Then after we had stayed there three hours or thereabouts, we might perceive the deer appear on the hills round about us (their heads making a show like a wood), which being followed close by the...
Page 103 - The braes ascend like lofty wa's, The foaming stream deep roaring fa's, O'er-hung wi' fragrant spreading shaws, The Birks of Aberfeldy. The hoary cliffs are crown'd wi' flowers, White o'er the linns the burnie pours, And, rising, weets wi' misty showers The Birks of Aberfeldy.