tailieunhanh - Devon, Its Moorlands, Streams and Coasts

The first and one of the greatest difficulties to confront a writer who attempts any sort of description of a place or people is almost sure to be the answer to the question, How much must be left out? In the present case the problem has reappeared in every chapter, for Devon is 'a fair province,' as Prince says in his 'Worthies of Devon,' and 'the happy parent of . a noble offspring.' My position is that of a person who has been bidden to take from a great heap of precious stones as many as are needed to make one chain; for however grasping. | Devon Its Moorlands Streams and Coasts by by Frederick J. Widgery 1 CHAPTER I Chapter to CHAPTER II CHAPTER III CHAPTER IV CHAPTER V CHAPTER VI CHAPTER VII CHAPTER VIII CHAPTER IX CHAPTER X CHAPTER XI CHAPTER XII CHAPTER XIII Devon Its Moorlands Streams and Coasts by by Frederick J. Widgery The Project Gutenberg eBook Devon Its Moorlands Streams and Coasts by Rosalind Northcote Illustrated by Frederick J. Widgery Devon Its Moorlands Streams and Coasts by by Frederick J. Widgery 2 This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it give it away or re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at Title Devon Its Moorlands Streams and Coasts Author Rosalind Northcote Release Date September 1 2007 eBook 22485 Language English Character set encoding ISO-8859-1 START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK DEVON ITS MOORLANDS STREAMS AND COASTS E-text prepared by Dave Morgan Janet Blenkinship and the Project Gutenberg Online Distributed Proofreading Team http Note Project Gutenberg also has an HTML version of this file which includes the lovely original illustrations. See or http dirs 2 2 4 8 22485 22485-h or http dirs 2 2 4 8 22485 Transcriber s note In this text superscript is represented with A and a macron with o DEVON ITS MOORLANDS STREAMS COASTS by LADY ROSALIND NORTHCOTE With Illustrations in Colour after Frederick J. Widgery London Exeter Chatto Windus James G. Commin M CM VIII Deep-wooded combes clear-mounded hills of morn Red sunset tides against a red sea-wall High lonely barrows where the curlews call Far moors that echo to the ringing horn -- Devon thou spirit of all these beauties born All these are thine but thou art more than all Speech can but tell thy name praise can but fall Beneath the cold white sea-mist of thy scorn. Yet yet O noble .