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

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1863 - 120 pages
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Page 210 - For there was no man knew from whence he came; But after tempest, when the long wave broke All down the thundering shores of Bude and Boss, There came a day as still as heaven, and then They found a naked child upon the sands Of wild Dundagil by the Cornish sea ; And that was Arthur...
Page 23 - ROWLANDS' KALYDOR A most refreshing preparation for the complexion, dispelling the clond of languor and relaxation, allaying all heat and irritability, and immediately affording the pleasing sensation attending restored elasticity and healthful state of the Skin. Freckles, Tan Spots, Pimples, Flushes...
Page 299 - Where the great Vision of the guarded Mount Looks toward Namancos and Bayona's hold ; Look homeward Angel now, and melt with ruth : And, 0 ye Dolphins, waft the hapless youth.
Page xxxiv - Britain, and called Iktis. During the recess of the tide the intervening space is left dry, and they carry over abundance of tin to this place in their carts.
Page 23 - ROWLANDS' ODONTO, OR PEARL DENTIFRICE, A. White Powder, compounded of the choicest and most fragrant exotics. It bestows on the Teeth a Pearl-like Whiteness, frees them from Tartar, and imparts to the Gums * healthy firmness, and to the breath a pleasing fragrance.
Page 170 - Greuville was stationed at Okehampton, he formed the strange design of cutting a deep trench from Barnstaple to the English Channel, a distance of about 40 m., by which, he said, he would defend all Cornwall, and so much of Devon, against the world. Lady Fanshawe, in her curious Memoirs, speaks of Harnstaple as " one of the finest towns in England.
Page 49 - ... SONNET TO THE RIVER OTTER. DEAR native brook ! wild streamlet of the West ! How many various-fated years have past, What happy, and what mournful hours, since last I skimmed the smooth thin stone along thy breast, Numbering its light leaps ! yet so deep imprest Sink the sweet scenes of childhood, that mine eyes I never shut amid the sunny ray, But straight with all their tints thy waters rise...
Page 13 - 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.
Page 210 - Once mine, and strike him dead, and meet myself Death, or I know not what mysterious doom. And thou remaining here wilt learn the event; But hither shall I never come again, Never lie by thy side, see thee no more. Farewell!
Page 75 - shipman" from Dartmouth, and we learn that, cotemporary with the poet, there were merchants at this place so wealthy, and possessed of so many ships, that it was said of one Hawley — " Blow the wind high, or blow it low, It bloweth fair to Hawley's hoe.

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