Lumsden & Son's Steam-boat Companion, Or, Stranger's Guide to the Western Isles and Highlands of Scotland: Including the Voyages from London to Leith, and from Glasgow to Liverpool & Belfast : with a Land Tour to the Giant's Causeway, &c. : Also a Short Tour to the Lakes of Cumberland

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James Lumsden & Son, 1839 - Scotland - 276 pages
 

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Page 178 - That man is little to be envied, whose patriotism would not gain force upon the plain of Marathon, or whose piety would not grow • warmer among the ruins of lona.
Page 60 - Smooth to the shelving brink a copious flood Rolls fair and placid; where collected all, In one impetuous torrent, down the steep It thundering shoots, and shakes the country round.
Page 227 - FAR in a wild, unknown to public view, From youth to age a reverend hermit grew; The moss his bed, the cave his humble cell, His food the fruits, his drink the crystal well: Remote from man, with God he pass'd the days Prayer all his business, all his pleasure praise.
Page 60 - Dash'd in a cloud of foam, it sends aloft A hoary mist, and forms a ceaseless shower. Nor can the...
Page 97 - The lake, the bay, the waterfall; And Thee, the Spirit of them all!
Page 209 - And islands that, empurpled bright, Floated amid the livelier light, And mountains, that like giants stand, To sentinel enchanted land. High on the south, huge Benvenue Down...
Page 208 - 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 thunder-splintered pinnacle ; Round many an insulated mass, The native bulwarks of the pass, Huge as the tower which builders vain Presumptuous piled on Shinar's plain.
Page 207 - The Chief in silence strode before, And reached that torrent's sounding shore* Which, daughter of three mighty lakes, From Vennachar in silver breaks, Sweeps through the plain, and ceaseless mines On Bochastle the mouldering lines, Where Rome, the Empress of the world, Of yore her eagle wings unfurled.
Page 209 - gan peep A narrow inlet, still and deep, Affording scarce such breadth of brim As served the wild duck's brood to swim. Lost for a space, through thickets veering, But broader when again appearing, Tall rocks and tufted knolls their face Could on the dark-blue mirror trace ; And farther as the Hunter strayed, Still broader sweep its channels made.
Page 221 - 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.

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