Cornish Worthies: Preludes. Introduction. Ralph Allen. John Anstis. The Arundells of Lanherne, Trerice and Tolverne. The Bassets of Tehidy. Admiral William Bligh, F.R.S. Thomasine Bonaventura (Dame Thomasine Percival) Henry Bone, R.A. Rev. Dr. William Borlase, F.R.S. The Boscawens. Davy. Admiral Viscount Exmouth. Samuel Foote. The Godolphins of GodolphinE. Stock, 1884 |
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Admiral afterwards amongst appears appointed Arundell of Trerice Baron Bath became Bishop Bishop of Exeter Bligh Bodmin Borlase Boscawen Breage brother buried Captain Carew Carminow Castle Church Columb Major command connexion Cornish Cornishmen daughter Davies Gilbert Davy's death descended died Duke Dunstanville Earl Edward Elizabeth England estates Evelyn Exeter Falmouth father fleet Foote Foote's Francis Basset French Grenville guns Hals Helston Henry Henry VIII honour Illogan illustrious interest John Anstis John Arundell King Knight Lady Lanherne letter lived London Lord Ludgvan marriage married Menadarva occasion Oxford Parliament Pellew Penzance Pope portrait Prior Park Queen Ralph Allen Richard Royal sail Samuel Foote says Scilly seems Sheriff of Cornwall ships Sidney Godolphin siege Sir Francis Sir Humphry Sir John Arundell Sir William Tehidy Tolverne took Tregothnan Truro Viscount whilst wife writing
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Stran vii - Let us now praise famous men, and our fathers that begat us. The Lord hath wrought great glory by them through His great power from the beginning.
Stran vii - For inquire, I pray thee, of the former age, And prepare thyself to the search of their fathers: 9 (For we are but of yesterday, and know nothing, Because our days upon earth are a shadow:) 10 Shall not they teach thee, and tell thee, And utter words out of their heart?
Stran ix - As for nobility in particular persons; it is a reverend thing to see an ancient castle or building not in decay, or to see a fair timber-tree sound and perfect: how much more to behold an ancient noble family, which hath stood against the waves and weathers of time.
Stran 274 - Sir Walter received him with a triumphant encore ! But the philosopher had his revenge, for joining soon afterwards in a brisk gallop, Scott put Sibyl Grey to a leap beyond her prowess, and lay humbled in the ditch, while Davy, who was better mounted, cleared it and him at a bound. Happily there was little damage done — but no one was sorry that the sociable had been detained at the foot of the hill.
Stran 291 - Again ! again ! again ! And the havoc did not slack, Till a feeble cheer the Dane To our cheering sent us back. Their shots along the deep slowly boom : Then ceased — and all is wail, As they strike the shattered sail, Or in conflagration pale Light the gloom.
Stran 360 - I have known clearness of judgment, and largeness of fancy; strength of reason, and graceful elocution; a courage for the war, and a fear for the laws, and all eminently in one man; and that was my most noble and honoured friend, Mr. Sidney Godolphin; who hating no man, nor hated of any, was unfortunately slain in the beginning of the late civil war, in the public quarrel, by an undiscerned and an undiscerning hand.
Stran 11 - ... this place and this house would be an inviolable asylum to you from all you would desire to avoid in so public a scene as Bath. The worthy man who is the master of it invites you in the strongest terms, and is one who would treat you with love and veneration, rather than with what the world calls civility and regard. He is sincerer and plainer than almost any man now in this world, antiquis moribus.
Stran vii - There be of them, that have left a name behind them, that their praises might be reported. And some there be, which have no memorial; who are perished, as though they had never been; and become as though they had never been born ; and their children after them.
Stran 271 - This is the patent age of new inventions For killing bodies, and for saving souls, All propagated with the best intentions...
Stran 273 - So passed the winter's day ; but still, When summer smiled on sweet Bowhill, And July's eve, with balmy breath, Waved the blue-bells on Newark heath. When throstles sung in Harehead-shaw, And corn was green on Carterhaugh, And flourished, broad, Blackandro's oak, The aged harper's soul awoke...