This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1860 Excerpt: ...event to try, With not a second here to see, But the grey cliff and oaken tree, --That voice of thine, that shouts so loud, Should ne'er repeat its summons proud! VI VII. No I nor e'er try its melting power Again in maiden's summer bower." Eluded, now behind him die, Faint and more faint each hostile cry; He stands in ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1860 Excerpt: ...event to try, With not a second here to see, But the grey cliff and oaken tree, --That voice of thine, that shouts so loud, Should ne'er repeat its summons proud! VI VII. No I nor e'er try its melting power Again in maiden's summer bower." Eluded, now behind him die, Faint and more faint each hostile cry; He stands in Scargill wood alone, Nor hears he now a harsher tone Than the hoarse cushat's plaintive cry, Or Greta's sound that murmurs by; And on the dale, so lone and wild, The summer sun in quiet smiled. VIII. He listen'd long with anxious heart, Ear bent to hear, and foot to start, And, while his stretch'd attention glows, Refused his weary frame repose. Twas silence all--he laid him down, Where purple heath profusely strown, And throatwort with its azure bell, And moss and thyme his cushion swell. There, spent with toil, he listless eyed The course of Greta's playful tide; Beneath, her banks now eddying dun, Now brightly gleaming to the sun, As, dancing over rock and stone, In yellow light her currents shone, Matching in hue the favourite gem Of Albin's mountain-diadem. Then, tired to watch the currents play, He turn'd his weary eyes away, To where the bank opposing show'd Its huge, square cliffs through shaggy wood. One, prominent above the rest, Reaf'd to the sun its pale grey breast; Around its broken summit grew The hazel rude, and sable yew; A thousand varied lichens dyed Its waste and weather-beaten side; And round its rugged basis lay, By time or thunder rent away, Fragments, that, from its frontlet torn, Were mantled now by verdant thorn. Such was the scene's wild majesty, That fill'd stern Bertram's gazing eye. IX. In sullen mood he lay reclined, Revolving, in his stormy mind, The felon deed, the fruitless guilt, His patron's blood by tre...
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Covers and backstrip are worn and marked. Loose binding in parts. Clean pages. Few rips on first couple of pages. This book has hardback covers. Ex-library. With usual stamps and markings. in poor condition, suitable as a reading copy. No dust jacket. Please note the Image in this listing is a stock photo and may not match the covers of the actual item, 700grams, ISBN:
