The history of Stirling. To which is added, a sketch of a tour to Callander and the Trosachs1812 |
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The History of Stirling. to Which Is Added, a Sketch of a Tour to Callander ... Stirling Town Ingen forhåndsvisning - 2018 |
The History of Stirling. to Which Is Added, a Sketch of a Tour to Callander ... Stirling Town Ingen forhåndsvisning - 2018 |
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Side 263 - That whistle mournful thro' the empty halls, And piecemeal crumble down the tow'rs to dust. Perhaps in some lone, dreary, desert tower, That time has spar'd, forth from the window looks, Half hid in grass, the solitary fox ; While from above, the owl, musician dire ! Screams hideous, harsh, and grating to the ear. Equal in age, and sharers of its fate, A row of moss-grown trees around it stand. Scarce here and there, upon their blasted tops, A shrivell'd leaf distinguishes the year...
Side 235 - And now, to issue from the glen, No pathway meets the wanderer's ken, Unless he climb, with footing nice, A far projecting precipice. The broom's tough roots his ladder made, The hazel saplings lent their aid; And thus an airy point he won, Where, gleaming with the setting sun, One burnished sheet of living gold, Loch Katrine lay beneath him rolled...
Side 228 - With boughs that quaked at every breath, Gray birch and aspen wept beneath ; Aloft, the ash and warrior oak Cast anchor in the rifted rock ; And higher yet the pine-tree hung His shattered trunk, and frequent flung, Where seemed the cliffs to meet on high, His boughs athwart the narrowed sky.
Side 232 - In all her length far winding lay, With promontory, creek, and bay, 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 Ben-venue Down to the lake in masses threw Crags, knolls, and mounds, confusedly...
Side 17 - ... many of the barons, especially those who, by their near residence to the court, had frequent opportunities of beholding their ostentation and insolence. At length matters came to an open rupture ; a party of the nobility, after a series of combinations amongst themselves, took to arms ; and, having either by persuasion or force, prevailed upon the Duke of Rothsay, the king's eldest son, a youth of fifteen to join them, they, in his name, erected their standard against their sovereign, who, roused...
Side 226 - And deemed the stag must turn to bay, Where that huge rampart barred the way; Already glorying in the prize, Measured his antlers with his eyes ; For the death-wound and...
Side 237 - The boat had touched the silver strand. Just as the hunter left his stand, And stood concealed amid the brake To view this Lady of the Lake. The maiden paused, as if again She thought to catch the distant strain. With head up-raised, and look intent, And eye and ear attentive bent, And locks flung back, and lips apart, Like monument of Grecian art.
Side 227 - To cheer them on the vanished game ; But, stumbling in the rugged dell, The gallant horse exhausted fell. The impatient rider strove in vain To rouse him with the spur and rein, For the good steed, his labors o'er, Stretched his stiff limbs, to rise no more ; Then, touched with pity and remorse, He sorrowed o'er the expiring horse.
Side 298 - I protest, before God and your lordships, that I profess and allow with my heart, the true religion presently professed within this realm, and authorized by the laws thereof; I shall abide thereat, and defend the same, to my life's end, renouncing the Roman religion called Papistry.
Side 237 - But scarce again his horn he wound, When lo ! forth starting at the sound. From underneath an aged oak, That slanted from the islet rock, A Damsel guider of its way, A little skiff shot to the bay, That round the promontory steep Led its deep line in graceful sweep, Eddying, in almost viewless wave, The weeping willow twig to lave, And kiss, with whispering sound and slow The beach of pebbles bright as snow.