The Beauties of the Shore; Or, a Guide to the Watering-places on the South-east Coast of Devon, Etc

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Author, 1838 - 191 pages
 

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Page 73 - OH, green was the corn, as I rode on my way, And bright were the dews on the blossoms of May, •^ And dark was the sycamore's shade to behold, And the oak's tender leaf was of emerald and gold.
Page 124 - THE evening was glorious, and light through the trees Play'd the sunshine and rain-drops, the birds and the breeze; The landscape, outstretching in loveliness, lay On the lap of the year, in the beauty of May. For the Queen of the Spring, as she pass'd down the vale, Left her robe on the trees, and her breath on the gale...
Page 143 - Exmouth boasts no public rooms or assemblies, save one card assembly, in an inconvenient apartment at one of the inns, on Monday evenings. The company meet at half after five, and break up at ten; they play at shilling whist, or twopenny quadrille. We have very few young people here, and no diversions ; no belles dames amusing to the unmarried, but some beldames unamusing to the married. Walking on a hill which commands...
Page 97 - Cold on His cradle the dew-drops are shining ; Low lies His head with the beasts of the stall : Angels adore Him in slumber reclining, Maker, and Monarch, and Saviour of all.
Page 45 - Slow sinks, more lovely ere his race be run, Along Morea's hills the setting sun: Not, as in northern climes, obscurely bright, But one unclouded blaze of living light! O'er the hush'd deep the yellow beam he throws Gilds the green wave, that trembles as it glows.
Page 73 - GREEN was the corn as I rode on my way, And bright were the dews on the blossoms of May, And dark was the sycamore's shade to behold, And the oak's tender leaf was of emerald and gold. The thrush from his holly, the lark from his cloud, Their chorus of rapture sung jovial and loud ; From the soft vernal sky to the soft grassy ground. There was beauty above me, beneath, and around.
Page 20 - Anew shall deck the plain ; The woods shall hear the voice of Spring, And flourish green again.
Page 124 - Spring, as she pass'd down the 'vale, Left her robe on the trees, and her breath on the gale ; And the smile of her promise gave joy to the hours, And 'flush, in her footsteps, sprang 'herbage and flowers.
Page 132 - Earth so rich a treasure, Wherein too fine the ware, too scant the measure. His mournful wife, her love to show in part, This tombe built here ; a better in her heart.
Page 114 - The soften'd worth, which makes affections tear, And all that brightens in life's social day, Lost in the shades of death, may pass away ; Fast comes the hour when no fond heart shall know How loved was once the sacred dust below. Here cease the triumphs which the grave obtains, The man may perish, but the sage remains. Freedom and Peace shall tell to many an age Thy warning counsels, thy prophetic page ; Art, taught by thee, shall o'er the burning frame The healing freshness pour, and bless thy...

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