Book excerpt: Excerpt from Tales of the Moor The Cemetery. "Lead me to yonder craggy steep. The murmur of "the falling streams; the whistling winds rushing through "the woods of my hills; the welcome rays of the boun- "teous sun - will soon awake the voice of song in my "breast. The thoughts of former years glide over my "soul like swift-shooting meteors o'er Ardven's gloomy "vales." Ever-Allan. Among the hills of central Devonshire, There is a lonely forest burial-ground, Where, resting in their solitude, the dead Of many ages have returned to dust. In days long number'd with the past, 'tis thought There, in the centre of their hunting-grounds, The chasers of the red Deer fell asleep, And moulder'd into nothing, side by side; And the Moor-Shepherds gather'd to the fold Prepar'd for all our kindred of the earth, Ceas'd from their labours, and forgot their cares, This solitary city of the dead About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.