The Charm of Edinburgh: An AnthologyAlfred H. Hyatt Chatto & Windus, 1913 - Počet stran: 438 |
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ancient Arthur's Seat auld beauty blue bonny bright burgh called Calton Calton Hill Canongate Castle rock charm crags crowd crown dark dear delight Des-Essars Edin Edina Edinburgh face fair Fergusson Firth frae green grey hand head hear heard heart High Street Highland hills Holyrood Holyrood House honour J. G. LOCKHART King Knox Lady land light live London look Lord loud Marjory Mary Master of Ballantrae morning muse never night noble North o'er Old Town once palace passed picturesque Poems Princes Street Queen ROBERT BURNS ROBERT FERGUSSON ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON round royal scene Scotch Scotland Scots Scottish seen side SIR WALTER SCOTT stand stood sweet thee thing thou TOBIAS SMOLLETT towers voice W. E. HENLEY walk walls wild wind wynds yonder
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Strana 158 - Go fetch to me a pint o' wine, An fill it in a silver tassie ; That I may drink, before I go, A service to my bonnie lassie : The boat rocks at the pier o...
Strana 90 - Or hardly slept, but watch'd awake A cypress in the moonlight shake, The moonlight touching o'er a terrace One tall Agave above the lake. What more ? we took our last adieu, And up the snowy Splugen drew, But ere we reach'd the highest summit I pluck'da daisy, I gave it you. It told of England then to me, And now it tells of Italy. O love, we two shall go no longer To lands of summer across the sea...
Strana 132 - Bite the tail!" and a large, vague, benevolent, middle-aged man, more desirous than wise, with some struggle got the bushy end of Yarrow's tail into his ample mouth, and bit it with all his might. This was more than enough for the much-enduring...
Strana 370 - Though Nature could not touch his heart By lovely forms and silent weather, And tender sounds, yet you might see At once, that Peter Bell and she Had often been together. A savage wildness round him hung As of a dweller out of doors ; In his whole figure and his mien A savage character was seen, Of mountains and of dreary moors.
Strana 42 - When sated with the martial show That peopled all the plain below, The wandering eye could o'er it go, And mark the distant city glow With gloomy splendour red ; For on the smoke-wreaths, huge and slow, That round her sable turrets flow, The morning beams were shed, And tinged them with a lustre proud, Like that which streaks a thunder-cloud. Such dusky grandeur clothed the height, Where the huge Castle holds its state, And all the steep slope down, Whose ridgy hack heaves to the sky. Piled deep...
Strana 39 - I sought the nest, Or listed, as I lay at rest, While rose on breezes thin, The murmur of the city crowd, And, from his steeple jangling loud, Saint Giles's mingling din.
Strana 132 - Esil, or eat a crocodile,' for that part, if he had a chance: it was no use kicking the little dog; that would only make him hold the closer. Many were the means shouted out in mouthfuls, of the best possible ways of ending it. 'Water!' but there was none near, and many cried for it who might have got it from the well at Blackfriars Wynd. 'Bite the tail!
Strana 133 - Terrier's blood is up, and his soul unsatisfied; he grips the first dog he meets, and discovering she is not a dog, in Homeric phrase, he makes a brief sort of amende, and is off. The boys, with Bob and me at their head, are after him: down Niddry street he goes, bent on mischief; up the Cowgate like an arrow — Bob and I, and our small men, panting behind. There, under the single arch of the South Bridge, is a huge mastiff, sauntering down the middle of the causeway, as if with his hands in his...
Strana 257 - After he had long discoursed of the manner of the Queen's sickness and of her death, he asked what letters I had from the Council. I told him, none : and acquainted him how narrowly I escaped from them. And yet I had brought him a blue ring from a fair lady, that I hoped would give him assurance of the truth that I had reported. He took it and looked upon it, and said, " It is enough : I know by this you are a true messenger.
Strana 418 - Traced like a map, the landscape lies In cultured beauty stretching wide ; There, Pentland's green acclivities ; There, Ocean, with its azure tide ; There, Arthur's seat ; and gleaming through Thy southern wing, Dunedin blue ! While, in the orient, Lammer's daughters, A distant giant range are seen, — North Berwick Law, with cone of green, And Bass amid the waters.