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... beautiful canopied sedilia of stone on the south side . The Lady Chapel is parted off from the ambulatory by a beautiful stone gallery , supported on six shafts of Purbeck marble , reconstructed by Woodyer ; tiles have been laid down ...
... beautiful canopied sedilia of stone on the south side . The Lady Chapel is parted off from the ambulatory by a beautiful stone gallery , supported on six shafts of Purbeck marble , reconstructed by Woodyer ; tiles have been laid down ...
Side 422
... beautiful garden . Views of Mamhead on its swelling eminence , of the village of Starcross , and Powderham Castle on a knoll overlooking a level plain bounded by the river , are closed in by the dusky ridges of the Haldon Hills on the ...
... beautiful garden . Views of Mamhead on its swelling eminence , of the village of Starcross , and Powderham Castle on a knoll overlooking a level plain bounded by the river , are closed in by the dusky ridges of the Haldon Hills on the ...
Side 423
... beautiful . How fine is the thought , though quaint the language , of George Herbert , dictated by such a scene : " The God of power , as He did ride In His majestic robes of glory , Resolved to light ; and so one day He did descend ...
... beautiful . How fine is the thought , though quaint the language , of George Herbert , dictated by such a scene : " The God of power , as He did ride In His majestic robes of glory , Resolved to light ; and so one day He did descend ...
Side 429
... beautiful views of the country , spread out like a vast map at the traveller's feet , the outlines gradually softening and becoming undiscernible as they near the horizon . The inland landscape has the fresh charming green and fertile ...
... beautiful views of the country , spread out like a vast map at the traveller's feet , the outlines gradually softening and becoming undiscernible as they near the horizon . The inland landscape has the fresh charming green and fertile ...
Side 438
... beautiful villas . Sir James Clark prefers the climate for invalids , to that of the Undercliff or of Hastings . The myrtle , the aloe , the orange - tree and the citron blossom in the open air , while the hydrangea and rhododendron ...
... beautiful villas . Sir James Clark prefers the climate for invalids , to that of the Undercliff or of Hastings . The myrtle , the aloe , the orange - tree and the citron blossom in the open air , while the hydrangea and rhododendron ...
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A Guide to the Coasts of Devon and Cornwall: Descriptive of Scenery ... MacKenzie Edward C. Walcott Ingen forhåndsvisning tilgjengelig - 2008 |
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Populære avsnitt
Side 563 - And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill; But O for the touch of a vanish'd hand, And the sound of a voice that is still ! Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, O Sea ! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me.
Side 570 - One show'd an iron coast and angry waves. You seem'd to hear them climb and fall And roar rock-thwarted under bellowing caves, Beneath the windy wall.
Side 480 - The startled waves leap over it; the storm Smites it with all the scourges of the rain, And steadily against its solid form Press the great shoulders of the hurricane.
Side 433 - These are the forgeries of jealousy : And never, since the middle summer's spring, Met we on hill, in dale, forest, or mead, By paved fountain, or by rushy brook, Or on the beached margent of the sea, To dance our ringlets to the whistling wind, But with thy brawls thou hast disturb'd our sport.
Side 563 - ... my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. O well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play ! O well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay ! And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill ; But O for the touch of a...
Side 460 - It was about the lovely close of a warm summer day, There came a gallant merchant-ship full sail to Plymouth Bay ; Her crew hath seen Castile's black fleet beyond Aurigny's isle, At earliest twilight, on the waves lie heaving many a mile ; At sunrise she escaped their van, by God's especial grace; And the tall Pinta, till the noon, had held her close in chase.
Side 460 - 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.
Side 461 - For swift to east and swift to west the ghastly warflame spread, High on St. Michael's Mount it shone: it shone on Beachy Head. Far on the deep the Spaniard saw, along each southern shire , Cape beyond cape, in endless range, those twinkling points of fire.
Side 542 - And the great ships sail outward and return, Bending and bowing o'er the billowy swells, And ever joyful, as they see it burn, They wave their silent welcomes and farewells.
Side 517 - And in the moon athwart the place of tombs, Where lay the mighty bones of ancient men, Old knights, and over them the sea-wind sang Shrill, chill, with flakes of foam. He, stepping down By zigzag paths, and juts of pointed rock, Came on the shining levels of the lake.