A Londoner's Walk to the Land's End: And a Trip to the Scilly Isles

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Chapman and Hall, 1855 - 357 pagina's

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Pagina 105 - Give me my scallop-shell of quiet, My staff of faith to walk upon, My scrip of joy, immortal diet, My bottle of salvation, My gown of glory, hope's true gage; And thus I'll take my pilgrimage.
Pagina 322 - MY good blade carves the casques of men, My tough lance thrusteth sure, My strength is as the strength of ten, Because my heart is pure.
Pagina 209 - We'll cross the Tamar, land to land, The Severn is no stay; With "One and All" and hand to hand And who shall bid us nay ? 'And when we come to London Wall, A pleasant sight to view, Come forth, come forth, ye cowards all ! Here's men as good as you. 'Trelawny he's in keep and hold, Trelawny he may die: But here's twenty thousand Cornish bold Will know the reason why !
Pagina 225 - Break, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O Sea! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me.
Pagina 208 - A GOOD sword and a trusty hand! A merry heart and true!
Pagina 250 - And bore him to a chapel nigh the field, A broken chancel with a broken cross, That stood on a dark strait of barren land : On one side...
Pagina 115 - ATTEND, all ye who list to hear our noble England's praise ; I tell of the thrice famous deeds she wrought in ancient days, When that great fleet invincible against her bore in vain The richest spoils of Mexico, the stoutest hearts of Spain.
Pagina 143 - The bridegroom sea Is toying with the shore, his wedded bride ; And in the fulness of his marriage joy He decorates her tawny brow with shells, Retires a pace, to see how fair she looks, Then proud, runs up to kiss her.
Pagina 267 - With this we were destitute of clothes, and meat, and fuel, for half the Court to serve them a month was not to be had in the whole island, and truly we begged our daily bread of God, for we thought every meal our last. The Council sent for provisions to France, which served us, but they were bad, and a little of them...
Pagina 342 - ... looking down after the noise, and seeing his cap swimming thereon, supposed that he had desperately drowned himself, gave over their further hunting, and left him liberty to shift away, and ship over into Brittany; — for a grateful remembrance of which delivery he afterwards builded in the place of his lurking a chapel.

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