A Perambulation of the Antient and Royal Forest of Dartmoor and the Venville Precincts: Or a Topographical Survey of Their Antiquities and Scenery, with Notices of the Natural History, Climate, and Agricultural Capabilities and a Valuable Collection of Antient Documents

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J.B. Rowe, 1848 - 298 páginas

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Página 250 - Thus every good his native wilds impart Imprints the patriot passion on his heart ; And e'en those ills that round his mansion rise Enhance the bliss his scanty fund supplies. Dear is that shed to which his soul conforms, And dear that hill which lifts him to the storms ; And as a child, when scaring sounds molest, Clings close and closer to the mother's breast, So the loud torrent and the whirlwind's roar But bind him to his native mountains more.
Página 14 - Whatever withdraws us from the power of our senses, whatever makes the past, the distant, or the future predominate over the present, advances us in the dignity of thinking beings.
Página 86 - tis an inference plain, That Marriage is just like a Devonshire lane. " But thinks I, too, these banks within which we are pent, With bud, blossom, and berry are richly besprent ; And the conjugal fence which forbids us to roam, Looks lovely when deck'd with the comforts of home.
Página 108 - Scarce images of life, one here, one there, Lay vast and edgeways ; like a dismal cirque Of Druid stones, upon a forlorn moor, When the chill rain begins at shut of eve, In dull November, and their chancel vault, The Heaven itself, is blinded throughout night.
Página 281 - I oft have heard of Lydford law, How in the morn they hang and draw, And sit in judgment after.
Página 104 - REMOTE, unfriended, melancholy, slow — Or by the lazy Scheldt or wandering Po, Or onward where the rude Carinthian boor Against the houseless stranger shuts the door, Or where Campania's plain forsaken lies A weary waste expanding to the skies — Where'er I roam, whatever realms to see, My heart...
Página 39 - This heap be witness, and this pillar be witness, that I will not pass over this heap to thee, and that thou shalt not pass over this heap and this pillar unto me, for harm.
Página 98 - Glittering lances are the loom, Where the dusky warp we strain, Weaving many a soldier's doom, Orkney's woe and Randver's bane. See the grisly texture grow ! ('Tis of human entrails made) And the weights, that play below, Each a gasping warrior's head. Shafts for shuttles, dipp'd in gore, Shoot the trembling cords along. Sword, that once a monarch bore, Keep the tissue close and strong.
Página 145 - Let school-taught pride dissemble all it can, These little things are great to little man ; And wiser he whose sympathetic mind Exults in all the good of all mankind.
Página 177 - After long wandering in the vain effort to find the right path, they felt so fatigued and thirsty, that it was with extreme delight they discovered a spring of water, whose powers seemed to be miraculous; for no sooner had they satisfied their thirst, than they were enabled to find their way through the moor towards home, without the least difficulty. In gratitude for this deliverance, and the benefit they had received from the water, old John Fitz caused the stone memorial in question, bearing the...

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