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Aberdeen Aberdeenshire ancient appearance Banff Banffshire bank beach bears beautiful Ben-Nevis Berridale bosom bridge Brora built burgh Caithness called Cape Cape Wrath castle celebrated chief chieftain clan cliffs coast cottages Cromarty crossed crown cultivated dark deep desolate distant district Dornoch Duke Dundee Dunrobin Castle Earl eastward Evanton extensive feet ferry Fort-George Fortrose Gaelic Glengary glens Golspie green handsome harbour height Highlands hills honour house of Stuart Inch-Cape inhabitants Inverness isles laird lake land Loch Loch-Ness Loch-Oich lofty look Meikle Ferry miles Montrose Moray Moray Firth mountain nature neighbourhood ocean Pentland Firth perished Port-Gower precipices residence ridge river road rock Rosemarkie Ross-shire round royal burgh ruins scarcely scene Scotland shore side situated spacious Spey stone strangers stream summit Sutherland tain Thurso tion tower town traveller trees valley village walls waves wild wood
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Page 18 - the breakers roar? For methinks we should be near the shore.' 'Now where we are I cannot tell, But I wish I could hear the Inchcape Bell.
Page 205 - Fyers pours his mossy floods ; Till full he dashes on the rocky mounds, Where, through a shapeless breach, his stream resounds. As high in air the bursting torrents flow, As deep recoiling surges foam below, Prone down the rock the whitening sheet descends, And viewless echo's ear, astonish'd, rends.
Page 18 - On the deck the Rover takes his stand; So dark it is, they see no land. Quoth Sir Ralph, " It will be lighter soon, For there is the dawn of the rising moon.
Page 17 - Down sunk the bell with a gurgling sound ; The bubbles rose, and burst around : Quoth Sir Ralph, " The next who comes to the rock Won't bless the abbot of Aberbrothok.
Page 250 - II is no marvel — from my very birth My soul was drunk with love, which did pervade And mingle with whate'er I saw on earth ; Of objects all inanimate I made Idols, and out of wild and lonely flowers, And rocks, whereby they grew, a paradise, "Whero 1 did lay me down within the shade Of waving trees, and dream'd uncounted hours, Though I was chid for wandering...
Page 125 - Gul in her bloom? Where the citron and olive are fairest of fruit, And the voice of the nightingale never is mute, Where the tints of the earth, and the hues of the sky, In colour though varied, in beauty may vie...
Page 18 - Sir Ralph the Rover sailed away, He scoured the seas for many a day; And now grown rich with plundered store, He steers his course for Scotland's shore. So thick a haze o'erspreads the sky They...
Page 17 - No STIR in the air, no stir in the sea: The ship was still as she could be; Her sails from heaven received no motion; Her keel was steady in the ocean. Without either sign or sound of their shock, The waves flowed over the Inchcape Rock; So little they rose, so little they fell. They did not move the Inchcape Bell.
Page 18 - Now where we are I cannot tell, But I wish I could hear the Inchcape Bell." They hear no sound; the swell is strong; Though the wind hath fallen, they drift along, Till the vessel strikes with a shivering shock, — "O Christ! it is the Inchcape Rock!
Page 17 - On a buoy in the storm it floated and swung, And over the waves its warning rung. When the rock was hid by the surge's swell, The mariners heard the warning bell; And then they knew the perilous rock, And blessed the Abbot of Aberbrothok.