The Book of South Wales, the Bristol Channel, Monmouthshire, and the Wye: A Companion and Guide to the Watering Places, Shores, Scenery, Antiquities, Towns, Railways, Mineral Districts, Lakes and Streams, of the Southern Division of the Principality, with a Picture of BristolHamilton, 1848 - 400 Seiten |
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The Book of South Wales, the Bristol Channel, Monmouthshire and the Wye Charles Frederick Cliffe Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2023 |
The Book of South Wales, the Bristol Channel, Monmouthshire and the Wye Charles Frederick Cliffe Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2023 |
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Abbey Abergavenny Aberystwith adjoining ancient antiquities Avon beautiful Bishop Brecknockshire Brecon bridge Bristol Bristol Channel British built Builth Caerleon Caerphilly Caerwent called camp Cardiff Cardigan Cardiganshire Carmarthen Carmarthenshire Castle cave century channel chapel Chepstow chiefly church coal coast copper Cromlech cross David's distance district entrance erected excursion Fishguard fishing Glamorgan Gloucester Gower ground half Haverfordwest head Henry Hereford hill interesting iron Lampeter land Llandaff Llandovery Llyn lofty Merthyr mineral Monmouth Monmouthshire mountain nearly Neath Newport Norman parish Pembroke Pembrokeshire picturesque port portion Priory Radnor Railway Rhayader Rhys river road rock Roman ruins runs sand scenery Severn side South Wales South Wales Railway stands stone Strata Florida structure Swansea Taff Vale Railway Teivy Tenby three miles tide tons tourist tower town Towy Trecastle Tregaron Vale valley Vawr vessels village walls Welsh wild woods
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Seite 380 - Once again I see These hedge-rows, hardly hedge-rows, little lines Of sportive wood run wild: these pastoral farms, Green to the very door; and wreaths of smoke Sent up, in silence from among the trees! With some uncertain notice, as might seem Of vagrant dwellers in the houseless woods, Or of some Hermit's cave, where by his fire The Hermit sits alone.
Seite 18 - There is a gentle Nymph not far from hence, That with moist curb sways the smooth Severn stream : Sabrina is her name, a virgin pure ; Whilom she was the daughter of Locrine, That had the sceptre from his father Brute. She, guiltless damsel, flying the mad pursuit Of her enraged stepdame Guendolen, Commended her fair innocence to the flood That stayed her flight with his cross-flowing course.
Seite 241 - While strayed my eyes o'er Towy's flood, Over mead and over wood, From house to house, from hill to hill, Till contemplation had her fill.
Seite 227 - Whosoever shall unlawfully and maliciously destroy any part of any ship or vessel which shall be in distress, or wrecked, stranded, or cast on shore, or any goods, merchandise, or articles of any kind belonging to such ship or vessel, shall be guilty of felony...
Seite 380 - Once again I see These hedgerows, hardly hedgerows, little lines Of sportive wood run wild ; these pastoral farms, Green to the very door ; and wreaths of smoke Sent up in silence from among the trees, With some uncertain notice, as might seem, Of vagrant dwellers in the houseless woods, Or of some hermit's cave, where by his fire The hermit sits alone.
Seite 241 - Sweetly musing Quiet dwells ; Grongar ! in whose silent shade, For the modest Muses made, So oft I have, the evening still, At the fountain of a rill...
Seite 154 - Castle, that he would yield it to him quickly; ' and if not,' said he, ' let not the blood of any of our men be lost, but let this sword and arm of mine, and those of yours, decide who shall call this Castle his own.
Seite 100 - Whether in the country, or among the furnaces, the Welsh element is never found at the top of the social scale, nor in its own body does it exhibit much variety of gradation. In the country, the farmers are very small holders, in intelligence and capital nowise distinguished from labourers.
Seite 380 - Which at this season, with their unripe fruits, Are clad in one green hue, and lose themselves 'Mid groves and copses. Once again I see These hedge-rows, hardly hedge-rows, little lines Of sportive wood run wild : these pastoral farms, Green to the very door ; and wreaths of smoke Sent up, in silence, from among the trees 1 With some uncertain notice, as might seem Of vagrant dwellers in the houseless woods.
Seite 19 - Give ample room and verge enough The characters of hell to trace. Mark the year and mark the night When Severn shall re-echo with affright The shrieks of death through Berkeley's roof that ring, Shrieks of an agonizing king...