Picturesque Scenery in WalesT.J. Allman, 1860 - 80 من الصفحات |
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... TAFF . NEWBRIDGE , AND THE MINING DISTRICT .. SWANSEA . · MUMBLES LIGHT HOUSE BRECON . CARDIGAN RHIADER . TAFF RAILWAY CRAIG - Y - DINAS THE PONT - Y - PRYDD COWLING CASTLE . 49 71 73 75 77 79 61 63 65 67 69 བྱབྲསྐྱསྐྱབྲཱ ཉྩཔྤཪྴྱ 2 ཎྜ ...
... TAFF . NEWBRIDGE , AND THE MINING DISTRICT .. SWANSEA . · MUMBLES LIGHT HOUSE BRECON . CARDIGAN RHIADER . TAFF RAILWAY CRAIG - Y - DINAS THE PONT - Y - PRYDD COWLING CASTLE . 49 71 73 75 77 79 61 63 65 67 69 བྱབྲསྐྱསྐྱབྲཱ ཉྩཔྤཪྴྱ 2 ཎྜ ...
الصفحة 21
... Taff exceeds most of the Welsh rivers in the wildness of its course . Most of the rivers named , and scores of others which we have not space to name , are chiefly valuable as feeders to larger streams ; they are spread , as it were ...
... Taff exceeds most of the Welsh rivers in the wildness of its course . Most of the rivers named , and scores of others which we have not space to name , are chiefly valuable as feeders to larger streams ; they are spread , as it were ...
الصفحة 27
... Taff in Glamorgnashire , is a specimen of numerous one - arched bridges formed of a small segment of a large circle , and hung so airily aloft between precipices as to astonish and overawe . The triangular - arched bridge across the Dee ...
... Taff in Glamorgnashire , is a specimen of numerous one - arched bridges formed of a small segment of a large circle , and hung so airily aloft between precipices as to astonish and overawe . The triangular - arched bridge across the Dee ...
الصفحة 57
John Tillotson. Drawn by H.Gastinea LLANFIHANGEL GENAUR GLYNN , CARDIGANSHIPE Engraved by C. Mottram TALE OF THE TAFF , GLAMORGANSHIRE. LLANFIHANGEL GENAUR GLYNN.
John Tillotson. Drawn by H.Gastinea LLANFIHANGEL GENAUR GLYNN , CARDIGANSHIPE Engraved by C. Mottram TALE OF THE TAFF , GLAMORGANSHIRE. LLANFIHANGEL GENAUR GLYNN.
الصفحة 58
... , purer faith . It is a cruciform building , in a charming rural situation , and is surrounded by an extensive burial ground , where " The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep . " VALE OF THE TAFF . " When the golden corn.
... , purer faith . It is a cruciform building , in a charming rural situation , and is surrounded by an extensive burial ground , where " The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep . " VALE OF THE TAFF . " When the golden corn.
عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
Abbey amid ancient arch architecture attractive banks bard battle BEAUMARIS beauty Brecon bridge British building CAERGWRLE Cardiff Cardigan CASCADE century charming chasm Church coal coast Conway CORWEN Countess of Huntingdon district Drawn by H Earl Edward English Engraved erected feet Gastineau Gêlert GLAMORGANSHIRE gleam grandeur GWYNANT harbour heart Henry hills Holyhead interest invaders King landscape light lighthouses Llangollen Llewellyn LLYN GWYNANT lofty MACHYNLLETH Menai Strait Merionethshire mighty miles MONTGOMERYSHIRE mountains Mumbles Myrthyr Tydvil Nature neighbourhood noble Norman North Wales o'er Old Castle old Welsh old Welsh Princes Owen Glendower peaceful picturesque PLAS NEWYDD poet PONT-Y-GLYN PONT-Y-MYNACH Pont-y-Prydd QUINTINS CASTLE railway RHAIADYR-Y-WENOL Rheidol RHIADER RHIEW rise river rock rocky Romans round ruin rushing Saxon scene scenery Severn side of Plynlimmon song SOUTH STACK South Wales stone stream struggle surrounded Swansea sword Taff thee thou tower town valley visitor walls waterfall wild wood
مقاطع مشهورة
الصفحة 49 - In body, and become a living soul : While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony, and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things. If this Be but a vain belief, yet, oh! how oft — 50 In darkness and amid the many shapes Of joyless daylight; when the fretful stir Unprofitable, and the fever of the world, Have hung upon the beatings of my heart — How oft, in spirit, have I turned to thee, 0 sylvan Wye ! thou wanderer thro...
الصفحة 49 - The picture of the mind revives again: While here I stand, not only with the sense Of present pleasure, but with pleasing thoughts That in this moment there is life and food For future years.
الصفحة 50 - I cannot paint What then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion: the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite; a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
الصفحة 37 - Ah ! never shall the land forget How gushed the life-blood of her "brave — Gushed, warm with hope and courage yet, Upon the soil they fought to save. Now all is calm, and fresh, and still, Alone the chirp of flitting bird, And talk of children on the hill, And bell of wandering kine are heard.
الصفحة 50 - All thinking things, all objects of all thought, And rolls through all things. Therefore am I still A lover of the meadows and the woods, And mountains ; and of all that we behold From this green earth ; of all the mighty world Of eye, and ear, — both what they half create, And what perceive...
الصفحة 50 - That time is past, And all its aching joys are now no more, And all its dizzy raptures. Not for this Faint I, nor mourn, nor murmur; other gifts Have followed, — for such loss, I would believe, Abundant recompense. For I have learned To look on nature, not as in the hour Of thoughtless youth, but hearing oftentimes The still sad music of humanity, Nor harsh nor grating, though of ample power To chasten and subdue.
الصفحة 38 - Well then; I now do plainly see This busy world and I shall ne'er agree. The very honey of all earthly joy Does, of all meats, the soonest cloy; And they, methinks, deserve my pity Who for it can endure the stings, The crowd, and buzz, and murmurings Of this great hive, the city. Ah yet, ere I descend to th...
الصفحة 32 - The frantic father cried ; And to the hilt his vengeful sword He plunged in Gelert's side. His suppliant, as to earth he fell, No pity could impart ; But still his Gelert's dying yell Passed heavy o'er his heart. Aroused by Gelert's dying yell, Some slumberer wakened nigh : What words the parent's joy can tell To hear his...
الصفحة 30 - 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!
الصفحة 30 - Llewellyn passed, And on went Gelert too; And still, where'er his eyes he cast, Fresh blood-gouts shocked his view. O'erturned his infant's bed he found, With blood-stained covert rent; And all around the walls and ground With recent blood besprent.