Guide to the Romantic Scenery of Loch-Lomond, Loch-Ketturin, the Trosachs, &c1831 - 52 pages |
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Aberfoyle Alpine Alpinum Arroquhar ascent Balclutha Balloch banks Ben Ledi Ben-Arthur Ben-Voirlich Benvenue boat Bonhill Buchanan Callander Cambuskenneth Abbey Camstradden Castle celebrated Church Clan Clan Macgregor Clar Inch Clyde Coir-nan-uriskin Colquhoun Doune Drymen Duke of Montrose Dunbarton Rock Earl Endrick erected feet Fern Fiery Cross Fitz-James foot of Ben-Lomond formerly Gartmore Glasgow Glen Habenaria headland Helensburgh Highlands hill Inch Murrin Inverary Inversnaid Mill island James Juncus Ketturin land leave the steam-boat Leven Levenbank Loch Loch-Achray Loch-Ard Loch-Ketturin lofty mountains Lomond LUMSDEN & SON'S Luss Macgregor mile broad miles farther Mill of Inversnaid Moss pass picturesque prospect river road Rob Roy ROB ROY'S CAVE Roderick Dhu romantic scenery Rowardennan rugged ruins saxifrage scene SCENERY OF LOCH-LOMOND Scotland Scottish seen Smollett spot Stirling stranger stream sublime summit surface Tarbet Teith Tobias Smollett traveller Trosachs Vennachar village western wild wind wood
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Page 41 - Was bathed in floods of living fire. But not a setting beam could glow Within the dark ravines below, Where twined the path, in shadow hid, Round many a rocky pyramid, Shooting abruptly from the dell Its thunder-splintered pinnacle ; Round many an insulated mass, The native bulwarks of the pass, Huge as the tower which builders vain Presumptuous piled on Shinar's plain.
Page 12 - On Leven's banks, while free to rove, And tune the rural pipe to love; I envied not the happiest swain That ever trod th' 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...
Page 25 - Nor am I loth, though pleased at heart, Sweet Highland Girl! from thee to part; For I, methinks, till I grow old, As fair before me shall behold, As I do now, the cabin small, The lake, the bay, the waterfall; And Thee, the Spirit of them all!
Page 38 - Like the loose crags, whose threatening mass Lay tottering o'er the hollow pass, As if an infant's touch could urge Their headlong passage down the verge, With step and weapon forward flung, Upon the mountain-side they hung. The Mountaineer cast glance of pride Along Benledi's living side, Then fix'd his eye and sable brow Full on Fitz-James — "How say*st thou now? These are Clan- Alpine's warriors true ; And, Saxon,— I am Roderick Dhu!
Page 42 - In all her length far winding lay, With promontory, creek, and bay, And islands that, empurpled bright, Floated amid the livelier light, And mountains, that like giants stand, To sentinel enchanted land. High on the south, huge Benvenue Down on the lake in masses threw Crags, knolls, and mounds, confusedly hurl'd, The fragments of an earlier world ; A wildering forest feather'd o'er His ruin'd sides and summit hoar, While on the north, through middle air, Ben-an heaved high his forehead bare. XV....
Page 8 - 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 its head. Desolate is the dwelling of Moina, silence is in the house of her fathers.
Page 42 - gan peep A narrow inlet, still and deep, Affording scarce such breadth of brim As served the wild duck's brood to swim. Lost for a space, through thickets veering, But broader when again appearing, Tall rocks and tufted knolls their face Could on the dark-blue mirror trace ; And farther as the Hunter strayed, Still broader sweep its channels made.
Page 13 - Far, alas! from his country, He lies interred near Leghorn, in Italy. In testimony of his many and great virtues This empty monument, The only pledge, alas! of his affection, Is erected On the Banks of the Leven, The scene of his birth and of his latest poetry, By JAMES SMOLLETT of Bonhill, his cousin; Who should rather have expected this last tribute from him.
Page 25 - These trees, a veil just half withdrawn; This fall of water, that doth make A murmur near the silent lake; This little bay, a quiet road That holds in shelter thy abode; In truth together...
Page 13 - Latin, of which the following is a translation : — Stay, Traveller' If elegance of taste and wit, If fertility of genius, And an unrivalled talent In delineating the characters of mankind, Have ever attracted thy admiration ; Pause awhile On the memory of TOBIAS SMOLLETT, MD...