The Western Antiquary, Volume 7

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Latimer & son, 1888 - Cornwall (England : County)
"Reprinted after revision and correction from the 'Weekly Mercury,'" Mar. 1881-May 1884.
 

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Page 200 - O eloquent, just, and mighty Death \ whom none could advise, thou hast persuaded ; what none hath dared, thou hast done ; and whom all the world hath flattered, thou only hast cast out of the world and despised ; thou hast drawn together all the far-stretched greatness, all the pride, cruelty, and ambition of man, and covered it all over with these two narrow words, Hie jacet...
Page 246 - Whatsoever ye would that men should do unto you, even so do unto them ; for this is the law and the prophets.
Page 193 - The words of his mouth were smoother than butter, but war was in his heart: his words were softer than oil, yet were they drawn swords.
Page 77 - Yet he was kind, or if severe in aught, The love he bore to learning was in fault.
Page 311 - Then bugle's note and cannon's roar the death-like silence broke, And with one start, and with one cry, the royal city woke.
Page 103 - As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my taste.
Page 299 - ... was cruising in the Straits of Dover. But few of all this number were ships of war however, and the merchant vessels; although zealous and active enough, were not thought very effective. "If you had seen the simple service done by the merchants and coast ships," said Winter, "you would have said we had been little holpen by them, otherwise than that they did make a show.
Page 216 - It was about the lovely close of a warm summer day, There came a gallant merchant ship full sail to Plymouth bay. Her crew had seen Castile's black fleet, beyond Aurigny's isle, At earliest twilight, on the waves lie heaving many a mile.
Page 242 - Upon the Deathes of the which two, of the first I writ this: The Waters were his Winding Sheete, the Sea was made his Toome; Yet for his fame the Ocean Sea, was not sufficient roome. Of the latter this: England his hart; his Corps the Waters have; And that which raysd his fame, became his grave.
Page 174 - THEY are flown, Beautiful fictions of our fathers, wove In Superstition's web when Time was young, And fondly loved and cherished ; — they are flown, Before the wand of Science ! Hills and vales, Mountains and moors of Devon, ye have lost The enchantments, the delights, the visions all, The elfin visions that so blessed the sight In the old days romantic.

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