The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction. Volume 17, No. 470, January 8, 1831

In form a mount's clear top call'd Clarendon;
There twenty groves, and each a mile in space,
With grateful shades, at once protect the place.

Chippenham.—On a Stone

Hither extendeth Maud Heath's Gift,
For where I stand is Chippenham Clift.

GLOUCESTERSHIRE

An owl shall build her nest upon the walls of Gloucester,
And in her nest shall be brought forth an ass.
The Severn sea shall discharge itself through seven mouths,
And the river Usk shall burn seven months.

    Merlin.

YORKSHIRE

Robin Hood in Barnesdale stood,
An arrow to head drew he,
"How far I can shoot," quoth he, "by the rood
"My merry men shall see."

SURREY.—ON THE MARKET HOUSE, FARNHAM

You who do like me, give money to end me,
You who dislike me, give as much to mend me.
And Mole that like a nousling mole doth make
His way still underground till Thames he over-take.

    Spenser.
The chalky Wey that rolls a milky wave.

    Pope.

SOMERSETSHIRE

What ear so empty is, that hath not heard the sound
Of Tannton's fruitful Deane; not matched by any ground.

    Drayton.
"Stanton Drew,
One mile from Pensford, and another from Chew."

Bristol Castle

The castle there and noble tower,
Of all the towers of England is held the flower.

Redcliffe Church

Stay curious traveller, and pass not bye,
Until this fetive (elegant) pile astound thine eye,
That shoots aloft into the realms of day,
The Record of the Builder's fame for aie—
The pride of Bristowe and the Western Lande.

    Chatterton.

WALES.—GLAMORGANSHIRE

When the hoarse waves of Severn are screaming aloud,
And Penline's lofty castle involv'd in a cloud,
If true, the old proverb, a shower of rain,
Is brooding above, and will soon drench the plain.

PEMBROKESHIRE

Once to Rome thy steps incline.
But visit twice St. David's shrine.
When Percelly weareth a hat,
All Pembrokeshire shall weet of that.

SCOTLAND.—STIRLINGSHIRE—BANNOCKBURN, 1314

"Maidens of England, sore may ye mourn,
For your lemans ye've lost at Bannockburn"

ROXBURGH

"Some of his skill he taught to me,
And, warrior, I could say to thee,
The words that cleft Eildon Hills in three,
And bridled the Tweed with a curb of stone."

    Scott.

WESTERN ISLES

Seven years before that awful day,
When time shall be no more,
A watery deluge will o'ersweep
Hibernia's mossy shore.
The green clad Isla too shall sink,
While with the great and good,
Columba's happy isle shall rear
Her towers above the flood.