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Abbey ancient appearance Ayrshire bank baronial beautiful Berwick Bothwell bridge building built burgh Burns called Castle celebrated century character church church-yard Clyde cross curious distance district Drumelzier Dumfries Dunse Earl Earlstoun edifice Edinburgh eminence erected Ettrick feet formed former formerly fortress Galashiels Galloway Glasgow ground Hawick hills inhabitants James James Blaikie Jedburgh king Kirk Kirkcudbright lady laird Lammermuir land Langholm Liddisdale Loch Lochmaben Lord Maybole Melrose Merse miles mountain Neidpath Castle neighbourhood neighbouring object occasion parish Peebles Peeblesshire person poet possession present remarkable residence river road Roxburghshire royal burgh ruins scene scenery Scot Scotland Scottish seat seems seen Selkirk Selkirkshire side singular situated spot St Mary's Loch stone stranger stream street THOMAS THE RHYMER tion tower town tradition trees Tweed vale village whole Wigton wild wood worthy Yarrow
Page 122 - When the cold light's uncertain shower Streams on the ruined central tower; When buttress and buttress, alternately, Seem framed of ebon and ivory ; When silver edges the imagery, And the scrolls that teach thee to live and die ; When distant Tweed is heard to rave, And the owlet to hoot o'er the dead man's grave, Then go— but go alone the while — Then view St. David's ruined pile ; And, home' returning, soothly swear, Was never scene so sad and fair ! II.
Page 121 - If thou wouldst view fair Melrose aright, Go visit it by the pale moonlight ; For the gay beams of lightsome day Gild, but to flout, the ruins gray. When the broken arches are black in night, And each shafted oriel glimmers white; When the cold light's uncertain shower Streams on the ruined central tower; When buttress and buttress, alternately, Seem framed of ebon and ivory...
Page 157 - O that some Minstrel's harp were near, To utter notes of gladness, And chase this silence from the air, That fills my heart with sadness...
Page 120 - Greece, but living Greece no more ! So coldly sweet, so deadly fair, We start, for soul is wanting there. Hers is the loveliness in death, That parts not quite with parting breath ; But beauty with that fearful bloom, That hue which haunts it to the tomb ; Expression's last receding ray, A gilded halo hovering round decay, The farewell beam of Feeling past away!
Page viii - I have no dearer aim than to have it in my power, unplagued with the routine of business, for which heaven knows I am unfit enough, to make leisurely pilgrimages through Caledonia ; to sit on the fields of her battles ; to wander on the romantic banks of her rivers ; and to muse by the stately towers or venerable ruins, once the honoured abodes of her heroes.
Page 159 - The sober hills thus deck their brows To meet the wintry season. I see — but not by sight alone, Loved Yarrow, have I won thee; A ray of Fancy still survives — Her sunshine plays upon thee...
Page 82 - SWEET TEVIOT ! on thy silver tide The glaring bale-fires blaze no more ; No longer steel-clad warriors ride Along thy wild and willowed shore ; Where'er thou wind'st, by dale or hill, All, all is peaceful, all is still, As if thy waves, since Time was born, Since first they rolled upon the Tweed, Had only heard the shepherd's reed, Nor started at the bugle-horn.
Page 122 - The moon on the east oriel shone, Through slender shafts of shapely stone, By foliaged tracery combined ; Thou would'st have thought some fairy's hand ' Twixt poplars straight the ozier wand, In many a freakish knot, had twined ; Then framed a spell, when the work was done, And changed the willow wreaths to stone.