A Hand-book to the English Lakes

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Whittaker & Company, 1859 - 88 páginas

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Página 6 - Then spoke King Arthur, breathing heavily: "What is it thou hast seen? or what hast heard?" And answer made the bold Sir Bedivere: "I heard the water lapping on the crag , And the long ripple washing in the reeds.
Página 47 - All shod with steel, We hissed along the polished ice in games Confederate, imitative of the chase And woodland pleasures, — the resounding horn, The pack loud chiming, and the hunted hare. So through the darkness and the cold we flew, And not a voice was idle ; with the din Smitten, the precipices rang aloud; The leafless trees and every icy crag Tinkled like iron; while...
Página 29 - And Dungeon-ghyll so foully rent, With ropes of rock and bells of air Three sinful sextons' ghosts are pent, Who all give back, one after t'other, The death-note to their living brother; And oft too, by the knell offended, Just as their one! two ! three! is ended, The devil mocks the doleful tale With a merry peal from Borodale.
Página 65 - Gifted to purge the vapory atmosphere That seeks to stifle it; — as in those days When this low Pile a Gospel Teacher knew, Whose good works formed an endless retinue: A Pastor such as Chaucer's verse portrays; Such as the heaven-taught skill of Herbert drew; And tender Goldsmith crowned with deathless praise...
Página 48 - And not a voice was idle : with the din Smitten, the precipices rang aloud ; The leafless trees and every icy crag Tinkled like iron ; while the distant hills Into the tumult sent an alien sound Of melancholy, not unnoticed, while the stars, Eastward, were sparkling clear, and in the west The orange sky of evening died away.
Página 48 - The orange sky of evening died away, Not seldom from the uproar I retired Into a silent bay, or sportively Glanced sideway, leaving the tumultuous throng. To cut across the reflex of a star That fled. and flying still before me. gleamed Upon the glassy plain; and oftentimes.
Página 7 - Lake" presided over one of the most splendid regattas that ever enlivened Windermere. Perhaps there were not fewer than fifty barges following in the Professor's radiant procession, when it paused at the point of Storrs to admit into the place of honour the vessel that carried kind and happy Mr Bolton and his guests. The...
Página 29 - And let the drowsy sacristan Still count as slowly as he can There is no lack of such, I ween, As well fill up the space between. In Langdale Pike and Witch's Lair, And Dungeon-ghyll so foully rent, With ropes of rock and bells of air Three sinful sextons...
Página 9 - there was nothing to compare in the hanging gardens of Babylon. There is the widest breadth of water — the richest foreground of wood — and the most magnificent background of mountains, not only in Westmorland, but — believe us — in all the world.
Página 48 - Tinkled like iron, while the distant hills Into the tumult sent an alien sound Of melancholy, not unnoticed, while the stars, Eastward, were sparkling clear, and in the west The orange sky of evening died away. Not seldom from the uproar I retired Into a silent bay, or sportively Glanced sideway, leaving the tumultuous throng...

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