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Old Greenock from the Earliest Times to the Early Part of the Nineteenth Century, with some account of the Burgh of Cartsburn and Burgh of Barony of Crawfurdsdyke, etc

George Williamson · 1886 · Scanned text

197,126 words · about 13 h 48 min to read

Period artwork: Interior of the Bodleian Library, 1845
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Licence: PDM · British Library Digitised Books dataset db14 (doi 10.21250/db14) marks the OCR texts CC Public Domain Mark 1.0 (c. 1510-c. 1900 publications); text+metadata JSONL release doi 10.23636/r7w6-zy15 is CC0 1.0. Public Domain Mark is a status label, not a new copyright licence. · Digitised by the British Library (with Microsoft). Text: British Library Digitised Books, CC Public Domain Mark 1.0.

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Author
George Williamson
Language
English
Published
1886
Length
197,126 words · about 13 h 48 min
Sections
3 reader sections
Text
Scanned text, read from page scans by OCR; may contain errors
Rights
Public Domain Mark 1.0

 

Contents (3)
  1. Front matter about 1 min
  2. Preface about 11 h 24 min
  3. Appendix about 2 h 23 min

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Front matter

FROM THE Earliest Times to the Early Part of the Nineteenth Century, WITH SOME ACCOUNT OF THE BURGH OF CARTSBURN AND BURGH OF BARONY OF CRAWFURDSDYKE. WITH ILLUSTRATIONS. BY GEORGE WILLIAMSON. ALEXANDER GARDNER, PAISLEY; AND PATERNOSTER ROW, LONDON. 1886. " Wordsworth, who visited this place [Greenock] a few years ago, in the course of a tour, has celebrated it in one of his ' Itinerary Sonnets,' with which our notice may be concluded : 'GREENOCK. ' Per me si va nella Citta dolcnte. ' We have not passed into a doleful city, We who were led to-day down a grim dell, By some too boldly named "the Jaws of Hell ! " Where be the wretched ones, the sights for pity ? These crowded streets resound no plaintive ditty, As from the hive where bees in summer dwell, Sorrow seems here excluded, and that knell, It neither damps the gay, nor checks the witty.

Alas ! too busy Rival of old Tyre, Whose merchants princes were, whose decks were throng ; Soon may the punctual sea in vain respire To serve thy need, in union with that Clyde Whose rustling current brawls o'er noisy stones, The poor, the lonely, herdsman's ioy and pride ! ' Far distant may the days be, which the Bard of Rydal Mount has, in the concluding lines, so gloomily foreshadowed." — "Ramsay's Views in Renfrewshire," 1839.

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