Edinburgh Past and Present: Its Associations and Surroundings: Drawn with Pen and PencilWilliam Ballingall W. Oliphant & Company, 1877 - Počet stran: 153 |
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Strana 99 - ... man, that day of the year, was never seen a more dolorous face of the heaven than was at her arrival, which two days after did so continue. For, besides the surface...
Strana 5 - With hue like that when some great painter dips His pencil in the gloom of earthquake and eclipse.
Strana 95 - Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end or way; But to act, that each tomorrow Find us farther than today.
Strana 41 - February, 1688, that Mr. James Renwick suffered, were one way or other murdered and destroyed for the same cause about eighteen thousand, of whom were executed at Edinburgh about an hundred of noblemen, gentlemen, ministers and others, noble martyrs for JESUS CHRIST. The most of them lie here.
Strana 2 - Crags, and marking the verge of the steep descent which slopes down into the glen on the southeastern side of the city of Edinburgh. The prospect, in its general outline, commands a close-built, highpiled city, stretching itself out beneath in a form, which, to a romantic imagination, may be supposed to represent that of a dragon; now, a noble arm of the sea, with its rocks, isles, distant shores, and a boundary of mountains; and now, a fair and fertile champaign country, varied with hill, dale,...
Strana 99 - The very face of heaven, the time of her arrival, did manifestly speak what comfort was brought unto this country with her, to wit, sorrow, dolour, darkness, and all impiety. For, in the memory of man, that day of the year was never seen a more dolorous face of the heaven than was at her arrival, which two days after did so continue ; for...
Strana 126 - O'er airy steep, through copsewood deep, Impervious to the sun. There the rapt poet's step may rove, And yield the muse the day ; There Beauty, led by timid Love, May shun the tell-tale ray ; From that fair dome, where suit is paid By blast of bugle free, To Auchendinny's hazel glade.
Strana xvi - Fitz-Eustace' heart felt closely pent ; As if to give his rapture vent, The spur he to his charger lent, And raised his bridle hand. And, making demi-volte in air, Cried, " Where's the coward that would not dare To fight for such a land!
Strana v - For, indeed, the greatest glory of a building is not in its stones, nor in its gold. Its glory is in its Age, and in that deep sense of voicefulness, of stern watching, of mysterious sympathy, nay, even of approval or condemnation, which we feel in walls that have long been washed by the passing waves of humanity.
Strana 110 - Fowler o' the Glen, There's ower mony wooin' at her ; Tibbie Fowler o' the Glen, There's ower mony wooin' at her. Wooin' at her, pu'in' at her, Courtin' her, and canna get her. Filthy elf, it's for her pelf, That a' the lads are wooin