The North Devon Hand Book ...1857 |
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The North Devon Hand-book: Being a Guide to the Topography and Archaeology ... George Tugwell Volledige weergave - 1859 |
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Populaire passages
Pagina 120 - Here die I, Richard Grenville, with a joyful and quiet mind, for that I have ended my life as a true soldier ought to do, that hath fought for his country, queen, religion, and honour...
Pagina 64 - Far, far from here, The Adriatic breaks in a warm bay Among the green Illyrian hills ; and there The sunshine in the happy glens is fair, And by the sea, and in the brakes. The grass is cool, the sea-side air Buoyant and fresh, the mountain flowers More virginal and sweet than ours.
Pagina 26 - Than petals from blown roses on the grass, Or night-dews on still waters between walls Of shadowy granite, in a gleaming pass ; Music that gentlier on the spirit lies Than tir'd eyelids upon tir'd eyes; Music that brings sweet sleep down from the blissful skies. Here are cool mosses deep, And thro...
Pagina 55 - ... floods, toward the pleasant upland on the west. Above the town the hills close in, cushioned with deep oak woods, through which juts here and there a crag of fern-fringed slate ; below they lower, and open more and more in softly-rounded knolls, and fertile squares of red and green, till they sink into the wide expanse of hazy flats, rich...
Pagina 4 - Look how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold : There's not the smallest orb which thou beholdst But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins; Such harmony is in immortal souls ; But whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close us in, we cannot hear it.
Pagina 25 - ... one sound of uproar. Of these combes the one is richly wooded, the other runs between two high, bare, stony hills. From the hill between the two is a prospect most magnificent ; on either hand combes, and the river before the little village, which, I am assured by one familiar with Switzerland, resembles a Swiss village. This alone would constitute a view beautiful enough to repay the weariness of a long journey ; but, to complete it, there is the blue and boundless sea...
Pagina 27 - ... among the fern that fills it ; the northern ridge completely bare, excoriated of all turf and all soil, the very bones and skeleton of the earth ; rock reclining upon rock, stone piled upon stone, a huge terrific mass.
Pagina 108 - The lord James Audley, with the assistance of his four squires, was always engaged in the heat of the battle. He was severely wounded in the body, head and face ; and as long as his strength and breath permitted him, he maintained the fight, and advanced forward : he continued to do so until he was covered with blood : then...
Pagina 65 - Mouth" — as those coves are called; and such the jaw of teeth which they display, one rasp of which would grind abroad the timbers of the stoutest ship. To landward, all richness, softness, and peace ; to seaward, a waste and howling wilderness of rock and roller, barren to the fisherman, and hopeless to the shipwrecked mariner.
Pagina 64 - MATTHEW ARNOLD. AND even such are those delightful glens, which cut the high table land of the confines of Devon and Cornwall, and opening each through its gorge of down and rock, towards the boundless Western Ocean. Each is like the other, and each is like no other English scenery. Each has its upright walls, inland of rich oak-wood, nearer the sea of dark green furze, then of smooth turf, then of weird black cliffs which range out right and left far into the deep sea, in castles, spires, and wings...