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... granite rocks at Highbridge , or through the mountainous ridges of Drew's Teignton , with its Cromlech , the Spinster's Rock , said to have been built up by the Three Weird Maidens ( Val- kyrien ) before their fast was broken , and the ...
... granite rocks at Highbridge , or through the mountainous ridges of Drew's Teignton , with its Cromlech , the Spinster's Rock , said to have been built up by the Three Weird Maidens ( Val- kyrien ) before their fast was broken , and the ...
Side 435
... granite blocks , that dance at noon to the harping of an invisible Orpheus : and who knows but the filthy fou- marts , hunting in packs , may not after all be sometimes taken for the Pixie - troops or the Wish ( Woden's ) hounds , which ...
... granite blocks , that dance at noon to the harping of an invisible Orpheus : and who knows but the filthy fou- marts , hunting in packs , may not after all be sometimes taken for the Pixie - troops or the Wish ( Woden's ) hounds , which ...
Side 458
... granite ; two more viaducts are traversed : like the rest they are of wood , and white - washed to guard against danger of fire by the fall of hot coals or sparks from the engine ; they sup- port a single line of rails . They are named ...
... granite ; two more viaducts are traversed : like the rest they are of wood , and white - washed to guard against danger of fire by the fall of hot coals or sparks from the engine ; they sup- port a single line of rails . They are named ...
Side 466
... granite , lead to London , manganese to Scotland , wool to Hull , and pilchards to Italy , are the chief exports ; whilst the wharves are laden with timber from the Baltic and North America , and piles of casks full of colonial produce ...
... granite , lead to London , manganese to Scotland , wool to Hull , and pilchards to Italy , are the chief exports ; whilst the wharves are laden with timber from the Baltic and North America , and piles of casks full of colonial produce ...
Side 473
... granite ; the south dock is 370 ft . by 80 ft . , at the entrance ; the second , 307 ft . by 80 ft .; the third of equal size , but 4 ft . deeper , and so capable of receiving H.M.S. Duke of Wellington with her guns and stores aboard ...
... granite ; the south dock is 370 ft . by 80 ft . , at the entrance ; the second , 307 ft . by 80 ft .; the third of equal size , but 4 ft . deeper , and so capable of receiving H.M.S. Duke of Wellington with her guns and stores aboard ...
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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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14th century aisle ancient arch beach beautiful Bideford Bishop brass Braunton Burrows bridge broad Budleigh Salterton built called camp Castle caves century channel chapel Charing Cross Charles church of St cliffs Clovelly coast colour contains Cornish Cornwall Cove dark Dartmoor Dartmouth Dawlish deep Devon Devonport Devonshire Earl east EDWARD STANFORD effigies of Sir England Exeter Exmouth feet high Fowey granite Hamoaze harbour Head headland Henry hill Ilfracombe Island King knight Lady land Land's End lichen lighthouse Liskeard London Lord Lostwithiel Lynmouth Maps Mary Michael's miles distant Mount Edgecumbe neighbourhood Norman font passes Perpendicular pixie Plymouth Point railway reign rich rising river road rock sail sands scenery seat ships shore side Sidmouth Sir John slate slopes Stanford's steep stone Stonehouse stream Tavistock Teignmouth Tintagel Torquay tower town Trentishoe valley village walls waves wild winding wood
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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.