Redstan, a tale, and other sketches, biographical and descriptive |
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Side 11
... stone the lower , and the same pair of eagles were flapping around their eyrie on its precipitous front . But it is a small clump of trees to the south - west where his gaze rests , and thitherward at last he essays to go . But he goes ...
... stone the lower , and the same pair of eagles were flapping around their eyrie on its precipitous front . But it is a small clump of trees to the south - west where his gaze rests , and thitherward at last he essays to go . But he goes ...
Side 52
... stones decayed , ivy and fern are growing where cassock and crozier once were honoured , and here are we treading softly in the shadows , gazing up to " The orbéd maiden with white fire laden , Whom mortals call the moon . " And we have ...
... stones decayed , ivy and fern are growing where cassock and crozier once were honoured , and here are we treading softly in the shadows , gazing up to " The orbéd maiden with white fire laden , Whom mortals call the moon . " And we have ...
Side 59
... stone - useless ; another - no good ; no sign at all of the ancient life . chip portions of the native rock with the same result . We try again and again , though the appearances are such as we have elsewhere seen , and know to be with ...
... stone - useless ; another - no good ; no sign at all of the ancient life . chip portions of the native rock with the same result . We try again and again , though the appearances are such as we have elsewhere seen , and know to be with ...
Side 60
... stones . But it is done . Up that gully , and here we stand on the highest point of the fell front ; but yonder , stretching away before us , is an enormous mass of mountain rising far above where we are . It is Weatherlamb , and here ...
... stones . But it is done . Up that gully , and here we stand on the highest point of the fell front ; but yonder , stretching away before us , is an enormous mass of mountain rising far above where we are . It is Weatherlamb , and here ...
Side 62
... stone we throw " sends through the tarn a lonely cheer . " This more regular ascent would be green if there were not so many loose stones , which make the ascent here as difficult as over the broken pillars of Cader Idris . The path ...
... stone we throw " sends through the tarn a lonely cheer . " This more regular ascent would be green if there were not so many loose stones , which make the ascent here as difficult as over the broken pillars of Cader Idris . The path ...
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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.