The Cambrian traveller's guide, and pocket companion [by G. Nicholson].1840 - 80 psl. |
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12 miles Abbey Abergavenny Aberystwith aisle ancient Anglesea appears arches ascend Bangor banks Beaumaris beautiful Beddgelart Bingley Bishop Brecon bridge built Builth Cader Idris Caerleon Caernarvon Caerphilly Caerwent called Capel Curig Carmarthen Castle chancel chapel Chepstow church consists contains Conwy Corwen cross David's descended distance Dolgelly Earl Edward elegant eminence entrance erected Evans extensive Fishguard formerly fortress ground handsome Haverfordwest Henry hill Holyhead inhabitants inscription John lake Llan Llanberis Llanrwst Llyn Llywelyn lofty Lord Machynlleth Malkin mansion Monmouth monument mountains nave nearly Neath neighbourhood Owain parish pass Pennant picturesque Presteign principal Pugh remains residence Rhaiadyr river road rock Roman ruins Ruthin scenery seat Severn side situated Skrine Snowdon spot stands stone stream summit surrounded Teifi tower town tumulus vale valley village Wales walls Warner Welsh William wood Wyndham yards
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