Home Scenes, Or, Tavistock and Its Vicinity

Simpkins and Marshall, 1846 - 258 Seiten

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Seite v - Nature never did betray The heart that loved her; 'tis her privilege, Through all the years of this our life, to lead From joy to joy: for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith, that all which we behold Is...
Seite 42 - Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade, Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.
Seite 183 - 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.
Seite iii - ... it us as an effluence of the Fountain of all Beauty ; as the handwriting, made visible there, of the great Maker of the Universe ? He has sung for us, made us sing with him, a little verse of a sacred Psalm.
Seite 33 - Those works of art or of nature, which are usually the motives of our travels, are often overlooked and neglected, if they happen to lie within our reach ; whether it be that we are naturally less inquisitive concerning those things which are near us, while our curiosity is excited by remote objects ; or because the easiness of gratifying a desire is always sure to damp it ; or, perhaps, that we defer, from time to time, viewing...
Seite 11 - O ye who dwell Around yon ruins, guard the precious charge From hands profane! O save the sacred pile — O'er which the wing of centuries has flown Darkly and silently, deep-shadowing all Its pristine honours — from the ruthless grasp Of future violation.
Seite 173 - This great tower was the palace of the prince, prelate, or baron, to whom the castle belonged, ana the residence of the constable or governor. Under ground were dismal dark vaults, for the confinement of prisoners, which made it sometimes be called the dungeon.
Seite 22 - This county, as it is spacious, so it is populous, and very laborious, rough, and unpleasant to strangers travelling those ways, which are cumbersome and uneven, amongst rocks and stones, painful for man and horse; as they can best witness who have made trial thereof. For be they never so well mounted upon horses out of other countries, when they have travelled one journey in these parts, they can, in respect of ease of travel, forbear a second.
Seite 183 - So nicely regulated were all his motions, that he never went wrong, except when set a-going by people who did not know his Key : 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.
Seite 220 - ... side, and rooms over the passage, which was closed with thick folding doors of oak, often plated with iron, and with an iron portcullis or grate let down from above. Within this outward wall was a large open space or court, called in the largest and most perfect castles, the outer bayle or ballium, in which stood commonly a church or chapel.

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