Redstan, a tale, and other sketches, biographical and descriptive |
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Side 59
... rain in the night , and every gully has its brawling torrent , and there come spouting out in two or three places tiny waterfalls . We make a circuit and try a quarry above the waterhead , but without result , the rocks are unfossilifer ...
... rain in the night , and every gully has its brawling torrent , and there come spouting out in two or three places tiny waterfalls . We make a circuit and try a quarry above the waterhead , but without result , the rocks are unfossilifer ...
Side 66
... rain had ceased . On the road to the lead works , I spoke to a man going up , and he said there would be more storm , as there had not been enough of wind and rain to account for a great depression of the barometer the previous night ...
... rain had ceased . On the road to the lead works , I spoke to a man going up , and he said there would be more storm , as there had not been enough of wind and rain to account for a great depression of the barometer the previous night ...
Side 67
Robert Hay (of Wigan.) with blinding rain straight down . My resolution sometimes wavered ; but no , I will go over the mountain . So , over rugged scaur and wet grass , I go till near the top , and ... rain , and hail , and HELVELLYN . 67.
Robert Hay (of Wigan.) with blinding rain straight down . My resolution sometimes wavered ; but no , I will go over the mountain . So , over rugged scaur and wet grass , I go till near the top , and ... rain , and hail , and HELVELLYN . 67.
Side 68
Robert Hay (of Wigan.) increases , and the rain , and hail , and sleet come right in my face , and though it blows great guns I must face it . One more glimpse at the Red Tarn , then away right into the eye of the wind towards the Lower ...
Robert Hay (of Wigan.) increases , and the rain , and hail , and sleet come right in my face , and though it blows great guns I must face it . One more glimpse at the Red Tarn , then away right into the eye of the wind towards the Lower ...
Side 70
... rain the last few days , but very little was running here . From the terrace at the upper fall we got a fine view of the lake , the mountains beyond , and a glimpse down the valley at Bassenthwaite . A little way farther on we came to ...
... rain the last few days , but very little was running here . From the terrace at the upper fall we got a fine view of the lake , the mountains beyond , and a glimpse down the valley at Bassenthwaite . A little way farther on we came to ...
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Abbey ascended Barrow beautiful bishop Borrowdale Brecon Beacon Breiddyn Buttermere called canal Caradoc castle Cefn Church climb clouds Coniston Old Crag cross Crummock dark descend distance Duddon Earl Edmond Ellesmere canal England feet fell fierce Furness Furness Fells George Herbert Griffydd height Helvellyn hills Hodnet holy hymn Jorwerth King Kirkstone Pass lake Llanfyllin Llangollen Llanymynech look Lord Madoc miles monastery of Blancminster monks Morecambe Bay mountains night o'er olden Oswaldestre Oswestry Oswy Palestine passed path peripatetics Piel Castle pleasant poem precipice quiet railway rain ramble reach Redstan Reginald Heber ridge river road rock rugged ruins Saxon scene seen Severn Shropshire side sight slope soul steep Stiperstones stones stream sweet Taff tarn thought towers town trees Ulrica Ulverston vale valley Vyrniew Wales walk walls Walney Walney Island waterfall Welsh wind words yonder
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Side 41 - Waft, waft, ye winds, his story, And you, ye waters, roll, Till like a sea of glory, It spreads from pole to pole ; Till o'er our ransomed nature The Lamb for sinners slain, Redeemer, King, Creator, In bliss returns to reign.
Side 50 - When the broken arches are black in night, And each shafted oriel glimmers white; When the cold light's uncertain shower Streams on the ruined central tower; When buttress and buttress, alternately, Seem framed of ebon and ivory...
Side 29 - Pitch thy behaviour low, thy projects high ; So shalt thou humble and magnanimous be : Sink not in spirit : who aimeth at the sky Shoots higher much than he that means a tree.
Side 27 - Lie not ; but let thy heart be true to God, Thy mouth to it, thy actions to them both : Cowards tell lies, and those that fear the rod ; The stormy working soul spits lies and froth. Dare to be true. Nothing can need a lie : A fault, which needs it most, grows two thereby.
Side 71 - And flapping and rapping and clapping and slapping, And curling and whirling and purling and twirling, And thumping and plumping and bumping and jumping, And dashing and flashing and splashing and clashing; And so never ending, but always descending, Sounds and motions for ever and ever are blending, All at once and all o'er, with a mighty uproar; And this way the Water comes down at Lodore.
Side 31 - From Greenland's icy mountains ; From India's coral strand ; Where Afric's sunny fountains Roll down their golden sand ; From many an ancient river ; From many a palmy plain ; They call us to deliver Their land from error's chain.
Side 38 - Twas silence all, the sparkling sands along, Save where the locust trill'd her feeble song, Or blended soft in drowsy cadence fell The wave's low whisper or the camel's bell. — 'Twas silence all ! — the flocks for shelter fly Where, waving light, the acacia shadows lie ; Or where, from far, the flatt'ring vapours make The noon-tide semblance of a misty lake : While the mute swain, in careless safety spread.
Side 36 - When on our deck reclined, In careless ease my limbs I lay, And woo the cooler wind. " I miss thee when by Gunga's stream My twilight steps I guide, But most beneath the moon's pale beam I miss thee from my side.
Side 36 - But when of morn and eve the star beholds me on my knee, I feel, though thou art distant far, thy prayers ascend for me. Then on ! then on ! where duty leads my course be onward still, — O'er broad Hindostan's sultry meads, o'er bleak Almorah's hill. That course nor Delhi's kingly gates, nor wild Malwah detain, For sweet the bliss us both awaits by yonder western main. Thy towers, Bombay, gleam bright, they say, across the dark blue sea : But ne'er were hearts so blithe and gay as there shall meet...
Side 38 - Hark ! white-robed crowds their deep hosannas raise, And the hoarse flood repeats the sound of praise ; Ten thousand harps attune the mystic song, Ten thousand thousand saints the strain prolong ; " Worthy the Lamb ! omnipotent to save, Who died, who lives, triumphant o'er the grave ! " EUROPE: LINES ON THE PRESENT WAR.