The New Statistical Account of Scotland: Dunbarton, Stirling, Clackmannan

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W. Blackwood and Sons, 1845 - Scotland
 

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Page 5 - The smoke from chimneys right ascends, Then spreading, back to earth it bends. The wind unsteady veers around, Or settling in the south is found.
Page 236 - That sweetly warbles o'er its bed, With white, round, polish'd pebbles spread; While, lightly poised, the scaly brood In myriads cleave thy crystal flood; The springing trout, in speckled pride; The salmon, monarch of the tide; The ruthless pike, intent on war; The silver eel, and mottled par...
Page 15 - O how canst thou renounce the boundless store Of charms which Nature to her votary yields ! The warbling woodland, the resounding shore, The pomp of groves, and garniture of fields; All that the genial ray of morning gilds, And all that echoes to the song of even, All that the mountain's sheltering bosom shields, And all the dread magnificence of Heaven, O how canst thou renounce, and hope to be forgiven...
Page 5 - The moon in halos hid her head; The boding shepherd heaves a sigh, For, see, a rainbow spans the sky, The walls are damp, the ditches smell, Closed is the pink-eyed pimpernel.
Page 10 - If this useful bird caught its food by day,* instead of hunting for it by night, mankind would have ocular demonstration of its utility in thinning the country of mice; and it would be protected and encouraged everywhere. It would be with us what the ibis was with the Egyptians.
Page 7 - Ouse having Oulney past, as she were waxed mad, Prom her first stayder course immediately doth gad, And in meandered gyres doth whirl herself about, That, this way, here and there, back, forward, in and out ; And like a wanton girl, oft doubling in her gait, In labyrinth-like turns and twinings intricate, Thro those rich fields doth run.
Page 252 - Where cooling vapours breathe along the mead, The patient fisher takes his silent stand, Intent, his angle trembling in his hand : With looks unmoved, he hopes the scaly breed, And eyes the dancing cork and bending reed.
Page 94 - I content me with my portuise and pontificall ; and if you, Dean Thomas, leave not these fantasies, you will repent when you cannot mend it. Dean Thomas answered, that he believed it was his duty to do what he did, and that he had laid his account with any danger that might follow.
Page 191 - Haddington, bounded on the north by the Frith of Forth ; on the east by...
Page 149 - What rendered this scene more striking, and truly interesting, was, that the body of her son and only child, the natural heir of the title and estates of Kilsyth, lay at her knee. His features were as composed as if he had been only asleep. His colour was as fresh, and his flesh as plump and full, as in the perfect glow of health.

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