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Legend of Penwortbam:
“For from thee breathes the odour of a name
Whose sweetness melts my soul and dimns my eyes ;
I read a tale to which my heart replies
In voiceless throbbing and devoted sighs ;
SONNETT TO THE PASSION FLOWER.
THOMAS BOSWORTH, 215, REGENT STREET.
I LOVE the nooks and corners of Old England ! I have been a wanderer upon the earth, and my life has been strangely chequered; still my heart warms when I behold the bright and sunny spots
of my native land. The village church with its ivied tower, the ruined abbey and baronial hall, the woodland glen and forest glade, have each a peculiar beauty, which is only to be found in
Under the influence of this
feeling I have often rambled out of my way to