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Names of Tors and Hills

A Head Stone
Aish Ridge
Aish Tor
Aller Brook Tor
Amicombe Hill
Arch Tor
Arms Tor
Ashbury Hill
Ashbury Tor
Assycombe Hill
Ausewell Rocks
Bag Tor
Bagga Tor
Barn Hill Rocks
Barracott Tor
Batteridge Hill
Beacon Hill
Beacon Rocks
Beardown Tors
Bee Tor
Bel Tor
Bell Tor
Bellever Tor
Belstone Tors
Bench Tor
Bennah Hill
Bearacleave Tor
Berra Tor
Billy’s Tor
Big Rock
Birch Tor
Black Dunghill
Black Hill
Black Ridge
Black Rock
Black Rocks
Black Tor
Blacka Tor
Blackadon Tor
Blackalder Tor
Blackingstone Rock
Blackslade Rock
Blakey Tor
Bonehill Rocks
Bottor Rock
Boulters Tor
Bovey Rock
Bowden Tor
Bowerman’s Nose
Bracken Tor
Braddon Tor
Branscombe’s Loaf
Brat Tor
Brazen Tor
Brent Fore Hill
Brent Hill
Brent Tor
Brimage Tor
Brimhill Tor
Broad Down
Broad Rock
Broada Stones
Buckland Beacon
Buck Tor
Bullaton Rock
Butterdon Hill
Buttern Hill
Buttern Rocks
Cadworthy Tor
Callisham Tor
Cater’s Beam
Cathanger Rock
Calveslake Tor
Chase Wood Rocks
Chat Tor
Church Rock
Cherrybrook Rocks
Chinkwell Tor
Chub Tor
Claig Tor
Claret Tor
Clay Tor
Cleave Tor
Cleft Rock
Click Tor
Cocks Hill
Coffin Stone
Collard Tor
Combe Tor
Combeshead Tor
Combestone Tor
Commons Hill
Conies Down Tor
Coombe Tor
Corndon Tor
Corndon North Tor
Corn Ridge
Cosdon Hill
Courton Tor
Cox Tor
Cramber Tor
Crane Hill
Crane Tor
Creber’s Rock
Cripdon Down Tors
Crockern Tor
Crow Tor
Crownhill Tor
Cuckoo Rock
Curtery Clitters
Cut Hill
Devil’s Tor
Dewerstone Hill
Dinger Tor
Doe Tor
Down Ridge
Down Tor
Dream Tor
Eagle Rock
Easdon Hill
Easdon South Tor
Easdon Tor
East Hill
East Mill Tor
East Tor
Eastern Tor
Eastern White Barrow
Ellimore Tor
Elsford Rock
Emsworthy Rocks
Feather Tor
Figgie Daniel
Fitches Holt
Flat Tor
Fordsland Ledge
Fox Tor
Foxworthy Tor
Frenchbeer Rock
Fur Tor
Furze Tor
Ger Tor
Giant’s Hill
Gibbet Hill
Gibby Combe Tor
Gidleigh Tor
Gipsy Rock
Gladstone Rock
Goat Rock
Gradner Rocks
Grea Tor
Greator Rocks
Great Combe Tors
Great Hound Tor
Great Gnats’ Head
Great Kneeset
Great Links Tor
Great Mis Tor
Great Nodden
Great Rock
Great Staple Tor
Great Trowlesworthy Tor
Green Hill
Green Tor
Gren Tor
Gripper’s Hill
Gutter Tor
Hameldown Beacon
Hameldown Tor
Hammerslake Tor
Hampster Tor
Hangershell Rock
Hangingstone Hill
Hare Tor
Hart Tor
Hartland Tor
Harton Chest
Hartor Tors
Hawk’s Tor
Hayne Down Tors
Heckwood Tor
Hedge Down Tor
Heltor Rock
Hemstone Rocks
Hen Tor
Hepstock Rocks
Herne Hole Tor
Hexton Tor
High Tor
Higher Dunnagoat Tor
Higher Tor
Higher White Tor
High Willhays
Hingston Hill
Hingston Rocks
Hockinston Tor
Hole Rock
Holne Ridge
Hollow Tor
Holwell Tor
Holwell Rocks
Homerton Hill
Honeybag Tor
Hookney Tor
Hound Tor
Huccaby Tor
Hucken Tor
Hunt Tor
Hunts Tor
Hunter’s Tor
Hurston Castle Tor
Hyner Rocks
Ingra Tor
Ivy Tor
Kelly Mine Tor
Kennick Rocks
Kennon Hil
Kent’s Tor
Kes Tor
King Tor
King’s Tor
Kingshead Tor
Kit Rocks
Kitty Tor
Knattaborough Tor
Ladybrook Tor
Lakehead Hill
Langworthy Tor
Langcombe Hill
Latchell Tor
Laughter Tor
Launceston Tor
Leather Tor
Lee Moor
Leedon Tor
Legis Tor
Leigh Tor
Leighon Tor
Leusdon Tor
Leusdon Lower Tor
Linhay Hill
Lints Tor
Littaford Tors
Little Bee Tor
Little Boulters Tor
Little Combe Tor
Little Cox Tor
Little Crow Tor
Little Down Tor
Little Emsworthy
Little Gnats’ Head
Little Fox Tor
Little Hare Tor
Little Hen Tor
Little Holwell Tor
Little Hound Tor
Little Kes Tor
Little King’s Tor
Little Kneeset
Little Leusdon Tor
Little Links Tor
Little Longaford Tor
Little Mis Tor
Little Pew Tor
Little Roos Tor
Little Sharp Tor
Little Staple Tor
Little Tor
Little Trowlesworthy Tor
Little White Tor
Lizwell Rock
Logwell Rock
Longaford Tor
Longash Tor
Longstone Hill
Longtimber Tor
Lover’s Leap
Low Man Tor
Lower Arms Tor
Lower Leather Tor
Lower Leighon Tor
Lower Logwell
Lower Tor
Lowery Tor
Lowton Rocks
Lower Dunnagoat Tor
Lower White Tor
Luckey Tor
Luxton Tor
Lydford Tor
Lynch Tor
Maiden Hill
Maiden Tor
Manaton Rocks
Manga Hill
Manga Rock
Mardon Down
Mel Tor
Meldon Hill
Metheral Hill
Merripit Hill
Mid Tor
Middle Staple Tor
Middle Tor
Middleworth Tor
Mill Bottom
Mis Tors
Naker’s Hill
Narrow Tor
Nattadon Common
Nat Tor
Nat Tor, Lydford
North Hessary Tor
North Tor
Oddy Tor
Oke Tor
Okement Hill
Old Hill
Old House Rocks
Over Tor
Parson’s Brown Loaf
Peek Hill
Pepperdon Down
Penn Beacon
Pew Tor
Pil Tor
Pin Tor
Pinchaford Ball
Pixey Copse Tor
Pizwell Tor
Plane Tor
Pork Hill
Prowtytown Rocks
Prince Hall Rocks
Puper’s Hill
Quickbeam Hill
Rabbits Tor
Raddick Hill
Ramshorn Down
Ramsley Hill
Rattlebrook Hill
Raven Rock
Raven’s Tor
Reedy Hill
Rippon Tor
Riddon Ridge
Rival Tor
Rock Copse Tors
Roborough Rock
Rook Tor
Roos Tor
Rouge Tor
Rough Tor
Round Hill
Round Hill Tor
Rowden Tor
Row Tor
Rowdon Rock
Royal Hill
Royal Tor
Rugglestone Rock
Rundlestone Tor
Ryder’s Hill
Ryder’s Rocks
Saddle Rock
Saddle Tor
Sampford Tor
Sandy Hole Rocks
Scarey Tor
Scatter Rock
Scorhill Tor
Set Tor
Setters Tor
Shadyback Tor
Shapley Tor
Shaptor Rock
Shaptor Woods
Sharp Tor
Shaugh Beacon
Shavercombe Tor
Sheeps Tor
Shell Top
Shelstone Tor
Shilstone Tor
Shipley Tor
Shovel Stone
Sittaford Tor
Skir Hill
Smeardon Down Tors
Snappers Tor
Sonny Copse Tor
Sourton Tors
Southcott Rocks
South Hessary Tor
Smith Hill
Smallacombe Rocks
Standon Hill
Stannon Tor
Staple Tors
Steeperton Tor
Stenga Tor
Stinger’s Hill
Stone Tor
Stonetor Hill
Stonelands Rocks
Stoneslade Tor
Stonelands Waste (The Grotto)
Strane Tor
Swell Tor
Tavy Cleave Tor
Ter Hill
The Nutcracker
The Thirlstone
Three Barrows
Thornworthy Tor
Tom’s Hill
Top Tor
Thornworthy Tor
Town Wood Crags
Tor Rocks
Tors End Tor
Trenchford Rocks
Trendlebere Down Tors
Tristis Rock
Tunnaford Rocks
Tunhill Rocks
Udal Tor
Ugborough Beacon
Ugborough Moor
Vag Hill
Vixen Tor
Wacka Tor
Was Tor
Watchet Hill
Water Hill
Water Rock
Watern Tor
Weatherdon Hill
Webburn Gap
Webburn Rock
Wedlake Tor
West Down Piles
Western White Barrow
Welstor Rock
Western Beacon
West Mill Tor
White Hill
White Ridge
White Ridge Tor
White Tor
Whitehill Tor
Whitehorse Hill
Whittenknowles Rocks
Whooping Rock
Wild Tor
Willingstone Rock
Wind Tor
Winter Tor
Woodcock Hill
Wooder Goyle Rocks
Yannadon Crags
Yar Tor
Yealm Rocks
Yennadon Down
Yes Tor
Zeal Hill

The Succession of the Four Sweet Months by Robert Herrick

First, April, she with mellow showers
Opens the way for early flowers;
Then after her comes smiling May,
In a more rich and sweet array;
Next enters June, and brings us more
Gems than those two that went before:
Then (lastly) July comes, and she
More wealth brings in than all those three.

The Hock Cart or Harvest Home, Robert Herrick

Come, sons of summer, by whose toil
We are the lords of wine and oil:
By whose tough labours and rough hands
We rip up first, then reap our lands.
Crowned with the ears of corn, now come,
And to the pipe sing harvest home.
Come forth, my lord, and see the cart
Dressed up with all the country art:
See here a maukin, there a sheet,
As spotless pure as it is sweet:
The horses, mares, and frisking fillies,
Clad all in linen white as lilies.
The harvest swains and wenches bound
For joy, to see the hock-cart crowned.
About the cart, hear how the rout
Of rural younglings raise the shout;
Pressing before, some coming after,
Those with a shout, and these with laughter.
Some bless the cart, some kiss the sheaves,
Some prank them up with oaken leaves:
Some cross the fill-horse, some with great
Devotion stroke the home-borne wheat:
While other rustics, less attent
To prayers than to merriment,
Run after with their breeches rent.
Well, on, brave boys, to your lord’s hearth,
Glitt’ring with fire, where, for your mirth,
Ye shall see first the large and chief
Foundation of your feast, fat beef:
With upper stories, mutton, veal
And bacon (which makes full the meal),
With sev’ral dishes standing by,
As here a custard, there a pie,
And here all-tempting frumenty.
And for to make the merry cheer,
If smirking wine be wanting here,
There’s that which drowns all care, stout beer;
Which freely drink to your lord’s health,
Then to the plough, the commonwealth,
Next to your flails, your fans, your fats,
Then to the maids with wheaten hats:
To the rough sickle, and crook’d scythe,
Drink, frolic boys, till all be blithe.
Feed, and grow fat; and as ye eat
Be mindful that the lab’ring neat,
As you, may have their fill of meat.
And know, besides, ye must revoke
The patient ox unto the yoke,
And all go back unto the plough
And harrow, though they’re hanged up now.
And, you must know, your lord’s word’s true,
Feed him ye must, whose food fills you;
And that this pleasure is like rain,
Not sent ye for to drown your pain,
But for to make it spring again.

From The Radio of the Future, Vladimir Khlebnikov, 1921

The Radio of the Future–the central tree of our consciousness–will inaugurate new ways to cope with our endless undertakings and will unite all mankind.

The main Radio station, that stronghold of steel, where clouds of wires cluster like strands of hair, will surely be protected by a sign with a skull and crossbones and the familiar word “Danger,” since the least disruption of Radio operations would produce a mental blackout over the entire country, a temporary loss of consciousness.

Radio is becoming the spiritual sun of the country, a great wizard and sorcerer.

Let us try to imagine Radio’s main station: in the air a spider’s web of lines, a storm cloud of lightning bolts, some subsiding, some flaring up anew, crisscrossing the building from one end to the other. A bright blue ball of spherical lightning hanging in midair like a timid bird, guy wires stretched out at a slant.

From this point on Planet Earth, every day, like the flight of birds in springtime, a flock of news departs, news from the life of the spirit.

In this stream of lightning birds the spirit will prevail over force, good counsel over threats.

From Devonshire Characters and Strange Events, Sabine Baring Gould

John Fitz was riding over the moor one day with his wife, when they lost their direction, were, in fact, pixy-led, and they floundered through bogs, and could nowhere hit on the packhorse track that led across the moors from Moreton Hampstead to Tavistock. Exhausted and parched with thirst they lighted on a crystal stream, dismounted, and drank copiously of the water. Not only were they refreshed, but at once John Fitz’s eyes were opened, the spell on him was undone, and he knew where he was and which direction he should take. Thereupon he raised his hand and vowed he would honour that well, so that such travellers as were pixy-led might drink at it and dispel the power over them exercised by the pixies. The spring still flows and rises under a granite structure erected in fulfilment of his vow by John Fitz; it bears his initials and the date 1568 in raised figures and letters on the covering stone. Formerly it was on a slope in the midst of moorland away from the main track, near the Blackabrook. Now it is enclosed in the reclaimed tract made into meadows by the convicts of Princetown. Happily the structure has not been destroyed: it is surrounded by a protecting wall.