The collected poems of ... N.T. Carrington, ed. by H.E. Carrington

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Page 200 - Here lies hard by James Oxenham, the son of the said John, who died a child in his cradle a little after, and such a bird was seen fluttering about his head a little before he expired, which vanished afterwards.
Page 200 - At the bottom of the stone there is : Here lies ELIZABETH OXENHAM the mother of the said John, who died sixteen years since, when such a bird with a white breast was seen about her bed before her death.
Page 196 - I OFT have heard of Lydford law, How in the morn they hang and draw, And sit in judgment after : At first I wondered at it much ; But since I find the reason such, As it deserves no laughter.
Page 107 - Regions like this which have come down to us rude and untouched from the beginning of time, fill the mind with grand conceptions, far beyond the efforts of art and cultivation. Impressed by such views of nature, our ancestors worshipped the God of nature in those boundless scenes, which gave them the highest notions of eternity.
Page 85 - On the very edge Of the vast moorland, startling every eye, A shape enormous rises ! High it towers Above the hill's bold brow, and, seen from far, Assumes the human form ;—a Granite God ! **— To whom, in days long flown, the suppliant knee In trembling homage bow'd.
Page 200 - Here lies John Oxenham, a goodly young- man, in whose chamber, as he was struggling with the pangs of death, a bird with a white breast was seen fluttering about his bed, and so vanished.
Page 196 - Accordingly Browne the poet, a native of Tavistock, has given us the following humorous description : — " I've ofttimes heard of Lidford law, How in the morn they hang and draw, And sit in judgment after ; At first I wonder'd at it much, But since, I've found the matter such That it deserves no laughter.
Page 1 - Lovely Devonia ! land of flowers and songs ! To thee the duteous lay. Thou hast a cloud For ever in thy sky — a breeze, a shower, For ever on thy meads ; — yet where shall man, Pursuing Spring around the globe, refresh His eye with scenes more beauteous than adorn Thy fields of matchless verdure?
Page 268 - Divinest tales, that through the enchanted year Found passionate listeners ! The very streams Brightened with visitings of these so sweet Ethereal creatures ! They were seen to rise From the charmed waters which still brighter grew As the pomp passed to land, until the eye Scarce bore the unearthly glory.
Page 5 - I was totally unfit, however, for the profession. Mild and meek by nature, fond of literary pursuits, and inordinately attached to reading, it is strange that a mechanical profession should have been chosen for me. It was principally, however, my own fault. My father was attached to the...

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