a broad purling river, that heads in the great blue ridge of mountains,

The soldier's wound was streaming blood.

The city too, with all the glory she has derived from her misfortunes, has not been able to escape the suspicion of being nothing better than an air-built fabric, though the poet has assigned her a local habitation […]

Concurrently with the St. Pancras-Bedford service, diesel trains have now taken over that between Kentish Town and Barking, on an even-interval basis at half-hourly intervals.