Memories of Old Romford, and Other Places Within the Royal Liberty of Havering-atte-Bower

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T. Robinson, 1880 - 264 стор.
 

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Сторінка 211 - Himself best knows : but strangely-visited people, All swoln and ulcerous, pitiful to the eye, The mere despair of surgery, he cures ; Hanging a golden stamp about their necks, Put on with holy prayers : and, 'tis spoken, To the succeeding royalty he leaves The healing benediction.
Сторінка 202 - Thus, I ended this month with the greatest joy that ever I did any in my life, because I have spent the greatest part of it with abundance of joy, and honour, and pleasant journeys, and brave entertainments, and without cost of money; and at last live to see the business ended with great content on all sides.
Сторінка 33 - With tears she lamented her sad destiny, So sad and so heavy was pretty Bessee. She kept on her journey until it was day, And went unto Rumford along the highway; And at the King's Arms entertained was she, So fair and well favoured was pretty Bessee.
Сторінка 135 - Crumbled beneath the hillock green The cunning hand must be, That carved this fretted door, I ween, Acorn, and fleur-de-lis ; And now the worm hath done her part In mimicking the chisel's art. In days of yore (as now we call) When the first James was king, The courtly knight from yonder hall Hither his train did bring; All seated round in order due, With broidered suit and buckled shoe.
Сторінка 244 - And now it is all gone — like an unsubstantial pageant faded ; and between us and the old English there lies a gulf of mystery which the prose of the historian will never adequately bridge.
Сторінка 249 - Twas but the ruin of the bad,— The wasting of the wrong and ill ; Whate'er of good the old time had Was living still.
Сторінка 249 - I'll speed me to the pond, where the high stool On the long plank hangs o'er the muddy pool, That stool, the dread of every scolding quean.
Сторінка 228 - His eyes, ears, articulation, limbs, and memory would suit a boy, if a boy could recollect a century backwards. His teeth are gone ; he is a shadow, and a wrinkled one ; but his spirits and his spirit are in full bloom : two years and a half ago, he challenged a neighbouring gentleman for trespassing on his manor.
Сторінка 201 - I being in my new coloured silk suit, and coat trimmed with gold buttons and gold broad lace round my hands, very rich and fine.

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