Tourist rambles in the northern and midland countiesSimpkin and Marshall, & Company, 1885 - 307 páginas |
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Alnwick ancient antique architecture Barnard Castle battlements beautiful Bedale bells bridge carriages carved Cauldron Snout cave centre chancel chapel character charming church cliffs Clumber Park Conisbrough considerable contains Cragside Dale decorated Derbyshire Duke Earl Easby Easby Abbey England entrance exceedingly excursion feet fell gardens Gothic graceful grand grandeur Greta ground Hall Hartlepool High Force hills Hornby Castle Hotel immense Ingleborough Ingleton interesting Jervaulx Abbey journey King lady lofty Lord Byron lovely magnificent Major Oak mansion miles moors noble Norman Norman architecture paintings park passed picture picturesque pleasure portion portraits principal Railway remarkable Richmond river road Roche Abbey rock Rokeby romantic Rothbury ruins rushing scene scenery seen side slopes splendid Sprotborough stands stone stream surrounded Tees Teesdale terrace Thy waters wasted tower town trees vale valley village walk walls waterfall whilst Whitby winding wooded York Tourist Society Yorkshire
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Página 201 - Thy shores are empires, changed in all save thee; — Assyria, Greece, Rome, Carthage, what are they? Thy waters washed them power while they were free, And many a tyrant since; their shores obey The stranger, slave or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts; — not so thou; Unchangeable save to thy wild waves' play, Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow; Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now.
Página 63 - The roar of waters ! — from the headlong height Velino cleaves the wave-worn precipice ; The fall of waters ! rapid as the light The flashing mass foams shaking the abyss ; The hell of waters ! where they howl and hiss, And boil in endless torture ; while the sweat Of their great agony, wrung out from this Their Phlegethon, curls round the rocks of jet gird the gulf around, in pitiless horror set, LXX.
Página 64 - And mounts in spray the skies, and thence again Returns in an unceasing shower, which round, With its unemptied cloud of gentle rain, Is an eternal April to the ground, Making it all one emerald : — how profound The gulf! and how the giant element From rock to rock leaps with delirious bound, Crushing the cliffs, which, downward worn and rent With his fierce footsteps, yield in chasms a fearful vent.
Página 58 - Twas but a step ! the gulf he passed ; But that step — it was his last ! As through the mist he winged his way, (A cloud that hovers night and day,) The hound hung back, and back he drew The master and his merlin too. That narrow place of noise and strife Received their...
Página 87 - And they that shall be of thee shall build the old waste places : thou shalt raise up the foundations of many generations ; and thou shalt be called, The repairer of the breach, The restorer of paths to dwell in.
Página 273 - A man who has not been in Italy is always conscious of an inferiority, from his not having seen what it is expected a man should see. The grand object of travelling is to see the shores of the Mediterranean.
Página 293 - There are few more beautiful or striking scenes in England, than are presented by the vicinity of this ancient Saxon fortress. The soft and gentle river Don sweeps through an amphitheatre, in which cultivation is richly Black-letter garlands : books of ballads in old English print.
Página 64 - Lo ! where it comes like an eternity, As if to sweep down all things in its track, Charming the eye with dread, — a matchless cataract, Horribly beautiful ! but on the verge, From side to side, beneath the glittering morn, An Iris sits, amidst the infernal surge, Like Hope upon a death.bed, and, unworn Its steady dyes, while all around is torn By the distracted waters, bears serene Its brilliant hues with all their beams unshorn : Resembling, 'mid the torture of the scene, Love watching Madness...
Página 202 - I STOOD in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs ; A palace and a prison on each hand : I saw from out the wave her structures rise As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand : A thousand years their cloudy wings expand Around me, and a dying Glory smiles O'er the far times, when many a subject land...
Página 167 - Two or three alders and rowan trees hung over the brook, and shed their leaves and seeds into the stream. Some bushy hazels grew at intervals along the lines of the wall ; and a few ash trees, as the winds had sown them. To the east and west some fields adjoined it, in that state of half cultivation which gives a human character to solitude: to the south, on the other side the brook, the common, with its limestone rocks peering everywhere above ground, extended to the foot of Ingleborough.