Abbotsford and Newstead AbbeyJ. Murray, 1835 - 290 sidor The section on Abbotsford describes a visit to Sir Walter Scott, and that on Newstead consists of a description of the abbey. |
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Abbotsford amuse ancient anecdotes Annesley Hall antique ballad beautiful beneath border Byron the Little chamber cloisters Colonel Wildman conversation delightful door Dryburgh Abbey early edifice eyes fancy farm-house favourite feelings Friar Gala Water garden gave gazed Gothic grey grove haunted heard heart hills humour Joe Murray Johnny Bower kind laird lake Lauckie Little White Lady lived lonely looked Lord Byron mansion Melrose Melrose Abbey mind Miss Chaworth monks morning Nanny Smith neighbourhood neighbours never Newfoundland dog Newstead Abbey Newstead Park night old lord once overhung passed passion pile poem poet poetical poor ramble recollections Robin Hood romantic ruins scenes Scott Scottish seated seemed seen Sherwood Forest side Sir John Byron songs stone stood story style thee thing Thomas the Rhymer thou thought took tower trees venerable walk walls wanderings wild window wood young youth
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Sida 70 - Thus while I ape the measure wild Of tales that charmed me yet a child, Rude though they be, still with the chime Return the thoughts of early time; And feelings, roused in life's first day, Glow in the line and prompt the lay.
Sida 13 - IF thou would'st view fair Melrose aright, Go visit it by the pale moon-light; For the gay beams of lightsome day Gild, but to flout, the ruins gray.
Sida 184 - twill impart Some pangs to view his happier lot : But let them pass— Oh ! how my heart Would hate him, if he loved thee not ! When late I saw thy favourite child, I thought my jealous heart would break ; But when the unconscious infant smiled, I kiss'd it for its mother's sake.
Sida 137 - By the old Hall which may be mine no more. Leman's is fair; but think not I forsake The sweet remembrance of a dearer shore; Sad havoc Time must with my memory make, Ere that or thou can fade these eyes before; Though, like all things which I have loved, they are Resign'd for ever, or divided far.
Sida 71 - Glared through the window's rusty bars, And ever, by the winter hearth, Old tales I heard of woe or mirth, Of lovers...
Sida 194 - He rose, and with a cold and gentle grasp He took her hand; a moment o'er his face A tablet of unutterable thoughts Was traced, and then it faded, as it came...
Sida 42 - Why, soldiers, why Should we be melancholy, boys, Why, soldiers, why ? Whose business 'tis to die...
Sida 193 - Had wander'd from its dwelling, and her eyes They had not their own lustre, but the look Which is not of the earth; she was become The queen of a fantastic realm; her thoughts Were combinations of disjointed things; And forms impalpable and unperceived Of others
Sida 186 - Because I cannot love but one. And I will cross the whitening foam, And I will seek a foreign home; Till I forget...
Sida 171 - Not by the sport of nature, but of man : These two, a maiden and a youth, were there Gazing — the one on all that was beneath Fair as herself— but the boy gazed on her ; And both were young, and one was beautiful : And both were young — yet not alike in youth. As the sweet moon on the horizon's verge The maid was on the eve of womanhood ; The boy had fewer summers, but his heart Had far outgrown his years, and to his eye There was but one beloved face on earth, And that was shining on him...