A Thousand Miles of Wandering Along the Roman Wall: The Old Border Region, Lakeland, and Ribblesdale, المجلد 2E. Bogg, 1898 |
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Abbey aged ancient antique ascending bank Barnard Castle beautiful Beck Blencathra Border Borrowdale bridge Buttermere Carlisle castle century charming church churchyard climb clouds cottages Crag cross dark deep Derwentwater Eamont east EDMUND BOGG entrance feet Fell Ghyll Gill glen Grasmere green Greta grey Hall head Helvellyn hills hole huge interesting Keswick King Kirkby Stephen lake Langwathby Long Preston Lord Lowther magnificent meadows memory miles mist moor moss mountain night Norman o'er pass peel tower Pen-y-ghent Penrith Penyghent picturesque Pike Red Pike relics rest Ribble ridge rising river road rock roof ruins Saxon says Scafell scene scenery seen shadow side Skiddaw sound spot stands stone stood stream sweet Tarn Tees Thirlmere tomb tower town trees Tyne Ulpha vale valley village wander Wasdale Wasdale Head waterfall Whernside whilst wild wind Windermere woods Wordsworth yards Yewbarrow
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الصفحة 144 - I never saw daffodils so beautiful they grew among the mossy stones about and about them, some rested their heads upon these stones as on a pillow for weariness and the rest tossed and reeled and danced and seemed as if they verily laughed with the wind that blew upon them over the lake, they looked so gay ever glancing ever changing.
الصفحة 48 - And flowering weeds, and fragrant copses dress The bones of Desolation's nakedness, Pass, till the Spirit of the spot shall lead Thy footsteps to a slope of green access, Where, like an infant's smile, over the dead A light of laughing flowers along the grass is spread.
الصفحة 192 - STAY near me— do not take thy flight ! A little longer stay in sight ! Much converse do I find in thee, Historian of my infancy; Float near me ; do not yet depart ! Dead times revive in thee : Thou bring'st, gay creature, as thou art ! A solemn image to my heart, My father's family...
الصفحة 177 - The house was originally meant for a small villa, though it has long passed into the hands of farmers, and there is, in consequence, an air of neglect about the little demesne, which does not at all approach desolation, and yet gives it something of touching interest You see...
الصفحة 145 - LIST, ye who pass by Lyulph's Tower * At eve ; how softly then Doth Aira -force, that torrent hoarse, Speak from the woody glen ! Fit music for a solemn vale ! And holier seems the ground To him who catches on the gale The spirit of a mournful tale. Embodied in the sound.
الصفحة 152 - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude ; 'tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unroll'd.
الصفحة 151 - The silence that is in the starry sky, The sleep that is among the lonely hills. In him the savage virtue of the race, Revenge, and all ferocious thoughts were dead Nor did he change ; but kept in lofty place The wisdom which adversity had bred. Glad were the vales, and every cottage hearth ; The shepherd lord was honoured more and more ; And, ages after he was laid in earth, "The good Lord Clifford
الصفحة 144 - ... and reeled and danced, and seemed as if they verily laughed with the wind, that blew upon them over the lake; they looked so gay, ever glancing, ever changing. This wind blew directly over the lake to them. There was here and there a little knot, and a few stragglers a few yards higher up; but they were so few as not to disturb the simplicity, unity, and life of that one busy highway.
الصفحة 119 - I have been bullied by an usurper, I have been neglected by a court, but I will not be dictated to by a subject ; your man shan't stand. " ANNE, DORSET, PEMBRoKE,
الصفحة 177 - ground is laid out in rather an antiquated style, which, now that nature is beginning to reclaim it from art, I do not at all dislike. There is a little grassy terrace immediately under the window, descending to a small court with a circular grass plot, on which grows one tall white rose tree.