...were adorned with the luxuries of the age ; but to-day all this grandeur and glory has disappeared. " No more its arches echo to the noise Of joy and festive...mirth. No more the glance Of blazing taper through its window beams, And quivers on the undulating wave ; But naked stand the melancholy walls, Lash'd by...

...solid walls, With warlike ramparts, and the strong defence Of jutting battlements, an age's toil ! No more its arches echo to the noise Of joy and festive mirth. No more the glance Of blazing taper thro" its windows beams, And quivers on the undulating wave: But naked stand the melancholy walls,...

...solid walls, With warlike ramparts, and the strong defence Of jutting battlements : an age's toil ! No more its arches echo to the noise Of joy and festive...; no more the glance Of blazing taper through its window beams, And quivers on the undulating wave : But naked stand the melancholy walls, Lashed by...

...solid walls, With warlike ramparts, and the strong defence Of jutting battlements, an age's toil ! No more its arches echo to the noise Of joy and festive mirth. No more the glance Of blazing taper thro' its windows beams, And quivers on the undulating wave : But naked stand the melancholy walls,...

...solid walls, With warlike ramparts, and the strong defence Of jutting battlements : an age's toil ! No more its arches echo to the noise Of joy and festive mirth. Naked stand the melancholy walls, Lash'd by the wintry tempests, cold and bleak. The castle is of great...

...Queen is graphically described in Sir Walter Scott's Abbot. The castle is now in a very ruinous state. "Naked stand the melancholy walls, Lash'd by the wintry tempests, cold and bleak, 1 For trout fishing, 2s. 6d. per hour, including one boatman. The other boatman must be paid for by...

...solid walls, With warlike ramparts, and the strong defence Of jutting battlements, an age's toil ! No more its arches echo to the noise Of joy and festive...blazing taper through its windows beams, And quivers on the undulating wave : But naked stand the melancholy walls, Lash'd by the wintry tempests, cold...

...und die hell erleuchteten Fenster spiegeln sich nicht mehr vielfach gebrochen in den Wellen des Sees. „But naked stand the melancholy walls, Lash'd by the wintry tempests, cold and bleak, Thal whistle mournful Ihrough the empty halls, And piecemeal crumble down Ihe tow'rs to dust. Perhaps...