 | John Britton, Edward Wedlake Brayley, Joseph Nightingale, James Norris Brewer, John Evans, John Hodgson, Francis Charles Laird, Frederic Shoberl, John Bigland, Thomas Rees - 1813 - 696 oldal
...legendary ballads yet in manuscript, with a sight of which we were favoured by a friend of his : — " In ancient days of high renown, Not always did yon...With ivy-crested brow ; Nor were its walls with moss embrown'd, Nor hung the lanky weeds around, That fringe its ruins now. Other hangings deck'd the wall... | |
 | Joseph Nightingale - 1813 - 436 oldal
...legendary ballads yet in manuscript, with a sight of which we were favoured by a friend of his : — " In ancient days of high renown, Not always did yon...With ivy-crested brow ; Nor were its walls with moss etnbrown'd, Nor hung the lanky weeds aroand, That fringe its ruins now. Other hangings deck'd the wall... | |
 | John Britton - 1813 - 804 oldal
...legendary ballads yet in manuscript, with a sight of which we were favoured by a friend of his:— " Jo ancient days of high renown, Not always did yon castle...With ivy-crested brow ; Nor were its walls with moss embrown'd, Nor hung the lanky weeds aronnd, That fringe its ruins now. Other hangings deck'd the wall... | |
 | 1813 - 778 oldal
...natural ; as may appear from the following passages : " In antient days of high renown, Not always (lid yon Castle frown With ivy-crested brow ; No'r were its walls with moss embrown'd, Nor hung the. lanky weeds around That fringe its ruins now. Other hangings deck'd the wall,... | |
 | Shropshire gazetteer - 1824 - 1028 oldal
...present state of the castle, is beautifully contrasted by Mr. Dovaston, in the following manner: — " In ancient days of high renown, " Not always did yon...ivy-crested brow ; " Nor were its walls with moss embrown'd, " Nor hung the lanky weeds around, " That fringe its ruins now. " Other hangings deck'd... | |
 | David Simons - 1841 - 178 oldal
...memory, fair and bright, And crowns him with her deathless light." . A VISIT TO WHITTINGTON CASTLE. " In ancient days of high renown, Not always did yon Castle frown, With Ivy crested brow ; Nor were its walls with moss embrowned, Nor hung the lanky weeds around, That fringe... | |
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That fringe its ruins now. Other hangings deck'd the wall Where now the nodding foxgloves tall Their spotty hoods unfold ; Harebells there with bugloss vie, And gillyflowers of yellow dye, Seem now to musing Fancy's eye To mock the mimic tapestry... 