An Illustrated Itinerary of the County of Cornwall

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How and Parsons, 1842 - 264 páginas
 

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Página 61 - Th' emboldened snow next to the flame does sleep. And if we weigh, like thee, Nature, and causes, we shall see That thus it needs must be : To things immortal time can do no wrong, And that which never is to die, for ever must be young.
Página 33 - He read his native chime : Youth, manhood, old age past, His bell rung out at last. Still when the storm of Bottreau's waves Is wakening .in his weedy caves: Those bells, that sullen surges hide, Peal their deep notes beneath the tide : "Come to thy God in time ! " Thus saith the ocean chime : Storm, billow, whirlwind past, "Come to thy God at last !
Página 29 - 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...
Página 127 - Old Doll Pentreath, one hundred aged and two, Deceased and buried in Paul parish too ; Not in the church, with people great and high, But in the churchyard doth old Dolly lie.
Página 78 - Wide and wider spreads the vale, As circles on a smooth canal : The mountains round, unhappy fate ! Sooner or later, of all height, Withdraw their summits from the skies, And lessen as the others rise : Still the prospect wider spreads, Adds a thousand woods and meads ; Still it widens, widens still, And sinks the newly-risen hill.
Página 33 - Come to thy God in time,' Should be her answering chime ; ' Come to thy God at last,
Página 65 - the steel I wore, When Dupath spring was dark with gore; The spear I raised for Githa's glove, Those trophies of my wars and love." Upright he sate within the bed, The helm on his unyielding head; Sternly he leaned upon his spear, He knew his passing hour was near. "Githa! thine hand!
Página 33 - Come to thy God in time ! It was his marriage chime : — Youth, manhood, old age, past, His bell must ring at last ! Thank God, thou whining knave, on land ! But thank, at sea, the steersman's hand, The captain's voice above the gale, — Thank the good ship and ready sail ! Come to thy God in time ! Sad grew the boding chime : Come to thy God at last...
Página 28 - Greenvil; who was indeed an excellent person, whose activity, interest, and reputation, was the foundation of what had been done in Cornwall ; and his temper and affections so public, that no accident which happened could make any impressions in him ; and his example kept others from taking any thing ill, or at least seeming to do so. In a word, a brighter courage, and a gentler disposition, were never married together to make the most cheerful and innocent conversation.
Página 150 - ROBIN HOOD and Little John, They both are gone to the fair, O! And we will go to the merry green-wood, To see what they do there, O! And for to chase, O! To chase the buck and doe. With ha-lan-tow, rumble, O!

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