Rambles Round Glasgow: Descriptive, Historical, and Traditional |
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alluded ancient appearance auld bank Barrhead beautiful Blantyre bloom bonnie bosom Bothwell Bothwell Castle braes bridge Burns Cambuslang Campsie Campsie Fells Carmyle Cart castle Cathkin church Clyde considerable cottages course Covenanters Crookston Crookston Castle Crossmyloof dreary Duntocher Dychmont edifice Elderslie elegant erected extensive favourite feet fields flowers frae gardens gaze gentle Glasgow glen green ground handsome haunt hill immediately Inchinnan Kelvin Kilpatrick Kirkintilloch land landscape leave Lennoxtown linger locality loch Lochgoin mansion memory miles Neilston Old Kilpatrick once ourselves Paisley parish passing picturesque poet Pollok Pollokshaws portion present principally ramble readers Renfrewshire river road Roman Rutherglen scene Scotland Scottish seems seen side situated song spacious spot stone Strathbungo stream structure sweet sylvan Tannahill thee thou tion tower town trees vale venerable vicinity village walk wall wild William Muir winds woods
Popular passages
Page 52 - 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 59 - And yet, fair bow, no fabling dreams, But words of the Most High, Have told why first thy robe of beams Was woven in the sky.
Page 93 - COME, gentle Spring, ethereal Mildness, come, And from the bosom of yon dropping cloud, While music wakes around, veil'd in a shower Of shadowing roses, on our plains descend.
Page 175 - How absolute the knave is ! we must speak by the card, or equivocation will undo us. By the Lord, Horatio, these three years I have taken note of it ; the age is grown so picked that the toe of the peasant comes so near the heel of the courtier, he galls his kibe.— How long hast thou been a grave-maker?
Page 395 - Hannibal gave my young ideas such a turn that I used to strut in raptures up and down after the recruiting drum and bagpipe, and wish myself tall enough to be a soldier, while the story of Wallace poured a Scottish prejudice into my veins, which will boil along there till the floodgates of life shut in eternal rest.
Page 214 - Or the unseen Genius of the wood. But let my due feet never fail To walk the studious cloister's pale, And love the high embowed roof, With antique pillars massy proof, And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim religious light.
Page 337 - Dis's waggon ! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty ; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath...
Page 44 - Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade, Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap, Each in his narrow cell forever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.
Page 38 - We expected to have a quick trip ; but alas ! the ' best laid schemes of mice and men gang aft agley,' and so it was with us. We passed the Vernons all right, but when we reached the open water on the other side we found the wind had increased to a regular gale, and raised a short choppy head sea.
Page 263 - Well do I know thee by thy trusty yew, Cheerless, unsocial plant ; that loves to dwell 'Midst skulls and coffins, epitaphs and worms: Where light-heel'd ghosts, and visionary shades, Beneath the wan cold moon (as fame reports) Embodied, thick, perform their mystic rounds. No other merriment, dull tree, is thine.