Views in North Wales, from drawings by T.L. Rowbotham, with notes by W.J. LoftieScribner, Welford, & Armstrong, 1875 - 116 páginas |
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Página 60 - His sides are clothed with waving wood, And ancient towers crown his brow, That cast an awful look below; Whose ragged walls the ivy creeps, And with her arms from falling keeps; So both a safety from the wind On mutual dependence find. 'Tis now the raven's bleak abode; 'Tis now th...
Página 106 - Lay a great wolf, all torn and dead, Tremendous still in death. Ah, what was then Llewellyn's pain ! For now the truth was clear : The gallant hound the wolf had slain, To save Llewellyn's heir. Vain, vain was all Llewellyn's woe : " Best of thy kind, adieu ! The frantic deed which laid thee low, This heart shall ever rue.
Página 104 - Twas only at Llewellyn's board the faithful Gelert fed ; he watched, he served, he cheered his lord, and sentinel'd his bed. In sooth, he was a peerless hound, the gift of royal John ; but now no Gelert could be found, and all the chase rode on. And now, as over rocks and dells the gallant chidings rise, all Snowdon's craggy chaos yells with many mingled cries.
Página 105 - O'erturned his infant's bed he found, The blood-stained covert rent ; And all around the walls and ground With recent blood besprent. He called his child — no voice replied — He searched with terror wild : Blood ! blood ! he found on every side, But nowhere found the child. " Hellhound ! by thee my child's devoured !" The frantic father cried ; And to the hilt his vengeful sword He plunged in Gelert's side.
Página 105 - Llewellyn homeward hied, When, near the portal seat, His truant Gelert he espied Bounding his lord to greet.
Página 106 - And marbles storied with his praise Poor Gelert's bones protect. Here never could the spearman pass, Or forester, unmoved ; Here oft the tear-besprinkled grass, Llewellyn's sorrow proved. And here he hung his horn and spear, And oft as evening fell, In fancy's piercing sounds would hear Poor Gelert's dying yell...
Página 105 - When, near the portal seat, His truant Gelert he espied Bounding his lord to greet. But when he gained the castle door. Aghast the chieftain stood; The hound all o'er was smeared with gore; His lips, his fangs, ran blood.
Página 61 - Huge heaps of hoary mouldered walls. Yet time has seen, that lifts the low, And level lays the lofty brow, Has seen this broken pile complete, Big with the vanity of state; But transient is the smile of fate! A little rule, a little sway, A sunbeam in a winter's day, Is all the proud and mighty have Between the cradle and the grave.
Página 104 - Oh, where does faithful Gelert roam ? the flower of all his race ! so true, so brave ! a lamb at home — a lion in the chase!