Excerpt from Henry De Pomefrey, Or, the Eve of St. John, Vol. 2 of 3: A Legend of Cornwall and Devon
The careful cold hath nipt my rugged rind,
And in my face deep furrows eld hath plight;
My head besprent with hoary frost I find,
And by mine eye the crow his claw doth write;
Delight is laid abed, and pleasure past;
No sun now shines, clouds have all over past.
Spenser.
From early youth war hath my mistress been.
Joanna Baillie.
The castle of the Lady Alicia de Beaumont was situated at a distance of about three miles from Tavistock. It stood in the midst of a wild but beautiful country: river, rocks, woods, hill and valley, combined to render it delightful.
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