North Devon Magazine: Containing the Cave and Lundy Review, Bind 1–2W. Searle., 1824 |
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Side 6
... particular applica- tion , are often pointed , by the reader , at persons and objects which the writers of them never contemplated . For , as the poet sings , * * Braunton Melodies . " In Wrafton Lane , as the villager strays , 6 THE CAVE .
... particular applica- tion , are often pointed , by the reader , at persons and objects which the writers of them never contemplated . For , as the poet sings , * * Braunton Melodies . " In Wrafton Lane , as the villager strays , 6 THE CAVE .
Side 37
... singing in one's ears , " That the head is an Organ Loft . " * The celebrated BLUE of France and Italy . + The great Organ Builders , London . BILL STORK . Serenade . " Pity is akin to Love . " · SIBYL'S PORTFOLIO . 37.
... singing in one's ears , " That the head is an Organ Loft . " * The celebrated BLUE of France and Italy . + The great Organ Builders , London . BILL STORK . Serenade . " Pity is akin to Love . " · SIBYL'S PORTFOLIO . 37.
Side 41
... sing its praise ; But , for a smile , I fear , a frown Would check my vent'rous spirit down , While , tighter wrapped , the envious gown Would mock my daring gaze . But I may venture sure to say , That , if adorned , its best array Is ...
... sing its praise ; But , for a smile , I fear , a frown Would check my vent'rous spirit down , While , tighter wrapped , the envious gown Would mock my daring gaze . But I may venture sure to say , That , if adorned , its best array Is ...
Side 42
... sing my whole ? For days of Yore come o'er my soul , And mock the wish that would controul The wandering of the brain ; And many a tale of battle fought , Of lady's love in secret sought , Of grace by contrite pilgrim bought , That ...
... sing my whole ? For days of Yore come o'er my soul , And mock the wish that would controul The wandering of the brain ; And many a tale of battle fought , Of lady's love in secret sought , Of grace by contrite pilgrim bought , That ...
Side 43
... sing them in another strain , Till Devon echoes told again The legends of the Dee ; And Devon bards should long repeat ( Themes for maids of Devon meet ) My tales of Northern Minstrelsy .. J. MY DEAR LITTLE UNKNOWN , You grow as prosy ...
... sing them in another strain , Till Devon echoes told again The legends of the Dee ; And Devon bards should long repeat ( Themes for maids of Devon meet ) My tales of Northern Minstrelsy .. J. MY DEAR LITTLE UNKNOWN , You grow as prosy ...
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Amelia amusing appearance Athelstan Barnstaple Barnstaple Fair Barum Beau beautiful Benson better Bideford Bishop Braunton Braunton Burrows bright called castle CASWELL BAY Cave Charles charms church daughter dear DREWSTEIGNTON Editor Eleanor English Epigram Exeter eyes fancy French gentlemen give hand happy hath heard heart Henry honor hope horse hour Ipomydon island KILVEY HILL king LADY SIBYL land look Lord Lundy mayor morning Mortehoe mother never night NORTH DEVON JOURNALS North Devon Magazine O'CONSTRUE o'er once Oporto Oxwich Bay passed perhaps PHILIP WYATT present readers river Tawe rock rose sail Saxon seen shew shore sing SIR JASON song soon Sophia Swansea sweet taste thee thing thou thought tion Totnes town Tracy translation voice walk wave William de Tracy wine wish word young
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