A descriptive tour in Scotland; by T.H.C.

Hauman & Company, 1840 - 395 ˹
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˹ 62 - Nor less I deem that there are powers Which of themselves our minds impress ; That we can feed this mind of ours In a wise passiveness.
˹ 26 - O'er bog or steep, through strait, rough, dense, or rare, With head, hands, wings, or feet, pursues his way, And swims, or sinks, or wades, or creeps, or flies.
˹ 352 - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er, or rarely, been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude ; 'tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unroll'd.
˹ 390 - The moon on the east oriel shone Through slender shafts of shapely stone, By foliaged tracery combined : Thou wouldst have thought some fairy's hand 'Twixt poplars straight the osier wand In many a freakish knot had twined, Then framed a spell when the work was done, And changed the willow wreaths to stone.
˹ 35 - 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 Benvenue Down on the lake in masses threw Crags, knolls, and mounds, confusedly hurl'd, The fragments of an earlier world ; A wildering forest feather'd o'er His ruin'd sides and summit hoar, While on the north, through middle air, Ben-an heaved high his forehead bare. XV....
˹ 120 - And jagged vine leaves' shade ; And all its pavement starred with blossoms pale Of jasmine, when the wind's least stir was made ; Where the sunbeam were verdurous-cool, before It wound into that quiet nook, to paint With interspace of light and colour faint That tesselated floor. How pleasant were it there in dim recess, In some close-curtained haunt of quietness, To hear no tones of human pain...
˹ 347 - But as for thee, thou false woman, My sister and my fae, Grim vengeance, yet, shall whet a sword That thro' thy soul shall gae : The weeping blood in woman's breast Was never known to thee ; Nor th' balm that draps on wounds of woe Frae woman's pitying e'e.
˹ 74 - Before their maudlin eyes, Seen dim, and blue, the double tapers dance, Like the sun wading through the misty sky. Then, sliding soft, they drop. Confus'd above...
˹ 32 - But thou that didst appear so fair To fond imagination, Dost rival in the light of day Her delicate creation : Meek loveliness is round thee spread, A softness still and holy; The grace of forest charms decayed.
˹ 70 - Those trees, a veil just half withdrawn; This fall of water that doth make A murmur near the silent lake; This little bay ; a quiet road That holds in shelter thy Abode In truth together do...