The Banks of Tamar: A Poem, with Other Piecesauthor, 1820 - 160 pages |
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Amid Athelwold Atlantic BANKS OF TAMAR bark beam beautiful beneath bless'd bold bosom bough bower brave breath breeze brow Camborne CATIGERN charms cheer conq'ring Cornwall Cothele crown dæmon Dartmoor deep delight Devon E'en earth Elfrida enchanting England Ethelwald fair flag floating flood flowers foliage gale gentle glowing grandeur green groves Hamoaze haply Harewood House Heav'n hill History of Cornwall holy hour immortal James Tillie John Tillie Landulph lark leaf light look'd mansion melodies MISCELLANEOUS PIECES morn Mount Edgcumbe o'er Ocean pass'd peal pensive PENTILLIE pinnace pleasure Plymouth raptur'd Reginald Pole reign repose rise river Tavy rocks roll round sail Saltash scenes seat shades shores smiling soft song sounds spot stands storm strains stream summer sweep sweet swell Tavy thee thine thou tide Tillie tower tranquil vales voyager wave Wembury Werrington Weston Mill wild winds woods
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Page 132 - Deep rifted glens, and groves, and beetling rocks; And some that seem far off, are voyaging Their sun-bright path in folds of silver ; some In golden masses float, and others have Edgings of burning crimson. — Isles are seen All lovely, set within an emerald sea. And there are dyes in the...
Page 5 - Fair are the provinces that England boasts, Lovely the verdure, exquisite the flowers, That bless her hills and dales, — her streamlets clear, Her seas majestic, and her prospects all, Of old, as now, the pride of British song ! But England sees not on her charming map A goodlier spot than our fine Devon ; — rich Art thou in all that Nature's hand can give, Land of the matchless view ! The tyrant Sun Thy emerald bosom spares, for frequent showers Drop from the voyaging and friendly cloud, To...
Page 46 - Pentillie, rising o'er the flood That round thy foot, involved as the folds Of the sleek serpent, leads a mazy course, As though it were a pity soon to steal The voyager from scenes so passing fair...
Page 49 - ... his elbow chair, upon the top of a hill, and to arrange on a table before him, bottles, glasses, pipes and tobacco. In this situation he ordered himself to be immured in a tower of such dimensions as he prescribed, where he proposed, he said, patiently to await the event. All this was done ; and the tower, still enclosing its tenant, remains as a monument of his impiety and profaneness.
Page 88 - Tis o'er, — the day declines, with sober step Pale Evening comes ; and every eye that saw The cheerful morn, and glisten'd at the sight, Looks westward, now, where sits the God of Day Upon his burning throne ; the glowing clouds Encircling him with hues no pencil dares To emulate. In vain the floating pomp— The golden blaze — the emerald tints — the seas Of sapphire, and the islets blest that sail The ethereal ocean ; pensively we gaze On that which should divinest pleasure yield ; And fain...
Page 48 - He was a man of wit, and had by rote all the ribaldry and common-place jest against religion and scripture, which are well suited to display pertness and folly, and to unsettle a giddy mind ; but are offensive to men of sense, whatever their opinions may be, and are neither intended nor adapted to investigate truth. The brilliancy of Mr .Tilly's wit, however, carried him a degree further than we often meet with in the annals of profaneness.
Page 16 - Surveys the dread immensity of sea, Wild heaving often here, and seldom lull'd To deep tranquillity, e'en by the hush Of Summer, feels not pleasure, wonder, awe Alternate, as in breeze, or gale, or storm, He gazes on its bosom ! On the waste Of waters, rolling from the birth of Time, The great and fathomless Ocean, swathing round, As with a girdle, this stupendous Earth, The eye would dwell for ever ! Every shore The wave of Ocean visits.
Page 64 - The party of Coteil being beaten, he fled for his life ; and as he was a man of consequence, was closely pursued. The Tamar opposed his flight. He made a short vow to the Virgin Mary, threw himself into the river, and swam safely to the promontory, before which we now lay on our oars. His upper garments, which he had thrown off, floated down the stream, and giving occasion to believe that he had perished, checked the ardour of pursuit. In the mean time Coteil lurked in his own woods till a happier...
Page 100 - And skill to make a busy hour, With trips to town, life to amuse, To purchase books, and hear the news, To see old friends, brush off the clown, And quicken taste at coming down, Unhurt by sickness...
Page 133 - In golden masses float, and others have Edgings of burning crimson. — Isles are seen All lovely, set within an emerald sea ; And there are dyes in the rich heavens, — such As sparkle in the grand and gorgeous plume Of Juno's favourite bird, or deck the scaled And wreathing serpent.