A hand-book for travellers in Devon & Cornwall [by T.C. Paris].

1856 - 120 páginas

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Página 173 - Sleep'st by the fable of Bellerus old, Where the great vision of the guarded mount Looks toward Namancos and Bayona's hold; Look homeward, Angel, now, and melt with ruth, And, O ye dolphins, waft the hapless youth.
Página xxix - Turn your astonish'd eyes ; behold yon huge And unhewn sphere of living adamant, Which, poised by magic, rests its central weight On yonder pointed rock ; firm as it seems, Such is its strange and virtuous property, It moves obsequious to the gentlest touch Of him whose breast is pure ; but to a traitor, Tho' even a giant's prowess nerv'd his arm, It stands as fixed as Snowdon.
Página 8 - I OFT have heard of Lydford law, How in the morn they hang and draw, And sit in judgment after : At first I wondered at it much; But since I find the reason such, As it deserves no laughter.
Página 9 - Even then he was easily set right again. He had the art of disposing his time so well, that his hours glided away in one continual round of pleasure and delight, till an unlucky minute put a period to his existence. He departed this life Nov.
Página xxvii - The foundations of some of the most substantial of these circular houses were of stone, of which there are still some remains in Cornwall, Anglesey, and other places. Strabo says,
Página 9 - Here lies in horizontal position the outside case of George Routleigh, watchmaker ; whose abilities in that line were an honour to his profession. Integrity was the mainspring, and prudence the regulator, of all the actions of his life.
Página xxvii - If fall I must in the Field, raise high my Grave, Vinvela. Grey Stones, and heaped-up Earth, shall mark me to future Times. When the Hunter shall sit by the Mound, and produce his Food at Noon, "Some Warrior rests here," he will say; and my Fame shall live in his Praise.
Página 8 - They have a Castle on a hill ; I took it for an old wind-mill, The vanes blown off by weather. To lie therein one night, 'tis guessed 'Twere better to be stoned and pressed, Or hanged, now choose you whether.
Página 209 - Hals, a writer on Cornish antiquities, adverting to this legend, quaintly remarks, " Did but the ball which these hurlers used when flesh and blood appear directly over them immovably pendent in the air, one might be apt to credit some little of the tale ; but as the case is, I can scarcely help thinking but the present stones were always stones, and will to the world's end continue so, unless they will be at the pains to pulverize them.
Página 111 - The stream of the Cad, says Mr. Rowe (Peramb. of Dartmoor), "is erroneously .so called, as its source has from time immemorial been known as Plym Head. Cadaford does not necessarily mean ford of the Cad. Cad is a battle-field. Hence it may be conjectured on more satisfactory grounds that this bridge may have been so designated from some unrecorded conflict on the neighbouring moors.

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