...closes of that picturesque stretch of lofty habitations from where The castle holds its state, And all the steep slope down, Whose ridgy back heaves to the sky, Piled deep and massive, close and high, Mine own romantic town. These, I say, will, all in their own...

...a thunder-cloud. Such dusky grandeur clothed the height, Where the huge Castle holds its state, And all the steep slope down, Whose ridgy back heaves to the sky, Piled deep and massy, close and high, Mine own romantic town ! But northward far, with purer blaze,...

...which Scott afterwards apostrophised Edinburgh : The height, Where the huge Castle holds its state, And all the steep slope down, Whose ridgy back heaves to the sky, Piled deep and massy, proud and high, Mine own romantic town ! Tennyson bore witness to the magic with...