History of the Town and Castle of Dumbarton, from the Earliest Period Till the Present Time

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E.D. Ogilvie, W. Conolly, and J. Neilson, 1847 - 150 pagina's
 

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Pagina 60 - On Leven's banks, while free to rove, And tune the rural pipe to love, I envied not the happiest swain That ever trod the Arcadian plain. Pure stream ! in whose transparent wave My youthful limbs I wont to lave...
Pagina 50 - Wha will be a traitor knave? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha sae base as be a slave? Let him turn and flee! Wha for Scotland's King and law Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Free-man stand, or free-man fa?
Pagina 60 - Arcadian plain. Pure stream, in whose transparent wave My youthful limbs I wont to lave; No torrents stain thy limpid source, No rocks impede thy dimpling course, That sweetly warbles o'er its bed, With white round polish'd pebbles spread...
Pagina 21 - I have seen the walls of Balclutha, but they were desolate. The fire had resounded in the halls : and the voice of the people is heard no more. The stream of Clutha was removed from its place by the fall of the walls. The thistle shook, there, its lonely head : the moss whistled to the wind. The fox looked out from the windows, the rank grass of the wall waved round his head. Desolate is the dwelling of Moina, silence is in the house of her fathers.
Pagina 60 - Devolving from thy parent lake, A charming maze thy waters make By bowers of birch and groves of pine And edges flowered with eglantine.
Pagina 67 - The lake, the bay, the waterfall; And Thee, the spirit of them all!
Pagina 39 - The cloud-capt towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself; * Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like the baseless fabric of a vision, Leave not a wreck behind.
Pagina 98 - When the dew wets its leaves, unstained and pure As is the lily or the mountain snow. The modest virtues mingled in her eyes, Still on the ground dejected, darting all Their humid beams into the blooming flowers ; Or when the mournful tale her mother told Of what her faithless fortune promised once Thrilled in her thought, they, like the dewy star Of evening, shone in tears.
Pagina 51 - When he found his end drew nigh, that great king summoned his barons and peers around him, and affectionately recommended his son to their care, then singling out the good lord James of Douglas, fondly entreated...
Pagina 108 - ... steel of above half an ell in length screwed into the navel of it, on his left arm, a sturdy claymore by his side, and a pistol or two, with a dirk and knife, in his belt.

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