Recollections of a Tour Made in Scotland, A.D. 1803Edmonston, 1894 - 316 psl. |
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appeared banks beautiful Ben Lomond boat breakfast Cairndow Callander Castle cheerful Clovenford Clyde cold Coleridge corn cottage crossed cultivated Dalmally delightful distance door exceedingly ferry-house fields fire foot gardens Glen Coe Grasmere green ground half head Highland hills horse Inverary Inveroran island Jedburgh lake land Leadhills lived Loch Achray Loch Awe Loch Etive Loch Ketterine Loch Lomond Loch Lubnaig Loch Voil lodge looked miles mists morning mountains narrow o'clock opposite ourselves passed pleasant pleasing pleasure poor Portnacroish pretty public-house rain reached river road rocks rocky ruin sate scattered scene Scotland Scott sea-loch seemed seen shelter shore side sight spot steep stone stood stream thee thought told town travelled trees Trossachs Tummel Tweed Tyndrum vale valley village walk waterfall whole wild William wind woman wood woody Wordsworth
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237 psl. - Reaper Behold her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain; O listen! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound.
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114 psl. - And seemliness complete, that sways Thy courtesies, about thee plays ; With no restraint, but such as springs From quick and eager visitings Of thoughts, that lie beyond the reach Of thy few words of English speech : A bondage sweetly brooked, a strife That gives thy gestures grace and life ! So have I, not unmoved in mind, Seen birds of tempest-loving kind Thus beating up against the wind.
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