A Tour Throughout South Wales and Monmouthshire: Comprehending a General Survey of the Picturesque Scenery, Remains of Antiquity, Historical Events, Peculiar Manners, and Commercial Situations, of that Interesting Portion of the British EmpireAn interesting account of the author's tour, includes an adverse report on the standard of food at a local inn (p.123) and a complaint at the cost of being shown around the famous library at Hafod - he refused the offer! (p. 121). |
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... I'll sweeten thy sad grave : thou shalt not lack " The flower that ' s like thy face , pale Primrose ; nor " The azur'd Harebell , like thy veins ; no , nor " The leaf of Eglantine , whom not to slander Outsweeten'd not thy breath .
... I'll sweeten thy sad grave : thou shalt not lack " The flower that ' s like thy face , pale Primrose ; nor " The azur'd Harebell , like thy veins ; no , nor " The leaf of Eglantine , whom not to slander Outsweeten'd not thy breath .
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