This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1906 edition. Excerpt: ...Land of the mountain and the flood. Sir Walter Scott. Scotland A ND here a while the Muse, High hovering o'er the broad cerulean scene, Sees Caledonia, in romantic view: Her airy mountains, from the waving main, Invested with a keen diffusive sky, Breathing the soul acute; her forests huge, Incult, ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1906 edition. Excerpt: ...Land of the mountain and the flood. Sir Walter Scott. Scotland A ND here a while the Muse, High hovering o'er the broad cerulean scene, Sees Caledonia, in romantic view: Her airy mountains, from the waving main, Invested with a keen diffusive sky, Breathing the soul acute; her forests huge, Incult, robust, and tall, by Nature's hand Planted of old; her azure lakes between, PourM out extensive, and of watery wealth Full; winding deep and green, her fertile vales; With many a cool, translucent, brimming flood Wash'd lovely, from the Tweed (pure parent-stream, Whose pastoral banks first heard my Doric reed, With Sylvan Jed, thy tributary brook) To where the north-inflated tempest foams O'er Orca's or Betubium's highest peak: James Thomson. The Glamour of the Hills "DLEASING to me are the words of songs, Pleasing the tale of the time that is gone; Soothing as noiseless dew of morning mild, On the brake and knoll of roes, When slowly rises the sun On the silent flank of hoary Bens--The loch, unruffled, far away, Lies calm and blue on the floor of the glens. Ossian. Schihallion T WATCHED the sun fall down with prone descent Sheer on Schihallion's spear-like pinnacle, Which, as he touched it, cleaved his solid orb As a great warrior's spear might split the rim Of a broad foeman's shield. A moment more, The liquid fire, ere to the centre cleft, Had re-assumed his own supremacy, And fused the granite peak into the mass Of his own molten glory. Anon he rolled Off from the spear-like peak majestically, Along the sharp-edged shoulder north away, Rolling, and sinking slow till he became A bright belt, then an eye of light, then dipped Down to the under-world, and all was gone. Then all the mountain's eastern precipice, Though dark in purple...
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Add this copy of The Voice of the Mountains; to cart. $61.07, good condition, Sold by Bonita rated 4.0 out of 5 stars, ships from Newport Coast, CA, UNITED STATES, published 2016 by Palala Press.
