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Identifier: shakespearesengl00wint (find matches)
Title: Shakespeare's England
Year: 1895 (1890s)
Authors: Winter, William, 1836-1917
Subjects: England -- Description and travel
Publisher: New York : Macmillan
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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BOUT the middle of the night the greatship comes to a pause, off the coast ofIreland, and, looking forth across theblack waves and through the rifts in therising mist, we see the low and lonesomeverge of that land of trouble and misery. A beautifulwhite light flashes now and then from the shore, and atintervals the mournful booming of a solemn bell floatsover the sea. Soon is heard the rolling click of oars, andthen two or three dusky boats glide past the ship, andhoarse voices hail and answer. A few stars are visiblein the hazy sky, and the breeze from the land bringsoff, in fitful puffs, the fragrant balm of grass and clover,mingled with the salt odours of sea-weed and slimyrocks. There is a sense of mystery over the whole wildscene; but we realise now that human companionshipis near, and that the long and lonely ocean voyage isended. Travellers who make the run from Liverpool to Lon- 167
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CHAP. XIII UP TO LONDON 169 don by the Midland Railway pass through the vale ofDerby and skirt around the stately Peak that Scott hascommemorated in his novel of Pcvcril. It is a morerugged country than is seen in the transit by the North-Western road, but not more beautiful. You see thestoried mountain, in its delicacy of outline and its airymagnificence of poise, soaring into the sky — its summitalmost lost in the smoky haze — and you wind throughhillside pastures and meadow-lands that are curiouslyintersected with low, zigzag stone walls; and constantly,as the scene changes, you catch glimpses of green laneand shining river; of dense copses that cast their coolshadow on the moist and gleaming emerald sod; oflong white roads that stretch away like cathedral aislesand are lost beneath the leafy arches of elm and oak;of little church towers embowered in ivy; of thatchedcottages draped with roses; of dark ravines, luxuriantwith a wild profusion of rocks and trees; and of goldengrai

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