Jenkinson's Practical Guide to the English Lake District1885 - 120 páginas |
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Jenkinson's Practical Guide to the English Lake District Henry Irwin Jenkinson Sin vista previa disponible - 2016 |
Términos y frases comunes
Alston Ambleside April ascent beautiful Beck Blea Blencathara Borrowdale Bow Fell Bridge Buttermere Castle climb Coniston Old Crinkle Crags cross Crummock Lake Cumberland Dale Head Derwent Derwentwater descending distance Ditto Duddon Dungeon Gill Easedale Ennerdale entered Eskdale Esthwaite Fairfield farm-house farther feet foot front Gable gate Glen Grasmere Grasmoor green Grisedale Pike Hæmatite Hause heights Helm Crag Helvellyn High Street hill Honister Hotel Ill Bell Iron July to Aug Keswick Kirk Fell Lake District Langdale Pikes leads Lingmoor Lodore Loughrigg Moor mountain Nab Scar Newlands Pass path Patterdale Penrith reached Red Pike Red Screes ridge river road rocks rocky round Rydal Scawfell Pikes Seat Sandal Seathwaite seen shore side Skiddaw stands steep Stickle stone stream streamlet Sty Head summit Tarn tourist Troutbeck Ullswater vale valley village walk wall Wansfell Pike Wastdale Head Wastwater Watendlath Wetherlam wild Windermere Lake wooded yards
Pasajes populares
Página 187 - ... the end of the thirteenth or the beginning of the fourteenth century.
Página 140 - The cataract strong Then plunges along, Striking and raging As if a war waging Its caverns and rocks among; Rising and leaping, Sinking and creeping, Swelling and sweeping, Showering and springing, Flying and flinging, Writhing and wringing, Eddying and whisking, Spouting and frisking, Turning and twisting Around and around With endless rebound: Smiting and fighting, A sight to delight in; Confounding, astounding, Dizzying and deafening the ear with its sound.
Página 141 - And falling and brawling and sprawling, And driving and riving and striving, And sprinkling and twinkling and wrinkling, And sounding...
Página 157 - There is a Yew-tree, pride of Lorton Vale, Which to this day stands single, in the midst Of its own darkness, as it stood of yore : Not loth to furnish weapons for the bands Of Umfraville or Percy ere they marched To Scotland's heaths ; or those that crossed the sea And drew their sounding bows at Azincour, Perhaps at earlier Crecy, or Poictiers.
Página 149 - Upon a semicirque of turf-clad ground, The hidden nook discovered to our view A mass of rock, resembling, as it lay Right at the foot of that moist precipice, A stranded ship, with keel upturned, that rests Fearless of winds and waves.
Página 161 - I gazed— and gazed— but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought: For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils.
Página 96 - Lakes and mountains beneath me gleamed misty and wide; All was still, save, by fits, when the eagle was yelling, And starting around me the echoes replied. On the right, Striden-edge round the Red-tarn was bending, And Catchedicam its left verge was defending, One huge nameless rock in the front was ascending, When I marked the sad spot where the wanderer had died.
Página 97 - When a prince to the fate of the peasant has yielded, The tapestry waves dark round the dim-lighted hall ; With scutcheons...
Página 271 - Thou, whose massy strength and stature scorn The power of years — pre-eminent, and placed Apart, to overlook the circle vast — Speak, Giant-mother ! tell it to the Morn While she dispels the cumbrous shades of Night ; Let the Moon hear, emerging from a cloud...
Página 97 - How long didst thou think that his silence was slumber ? When the wind Waved his garment, how oft didst thou start...