The journey-book of England. Berkshire (Derbyshire, Hampshire, Kent).1840 |
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abbey abbot Abingdon acres Amber Gate ancient appears arches Bakewell Bath beautiful Berkshire borough bridge building built Buxton called Canal Castle cavern century chancel chapel of ease Chapel-en-le-Frith Charles Chesterfield contains court cross Cumnor Dale Derby Derbyshire Derwent distance Duke Earl east East Ilsley Edward Edward III effigy Elizabeth erected fair Faringdon feet formerly Hall hamlet handsome held Henry VIII hills Hungerford inhabitants John John Norreys Kennet King king's Lambourn land limestone London Lord Lysons Maidenhead main road manor mansion Matlock ments monument neighbourhood Newbury North Midland Railway Oxford parish church Park passes Peak poor population principal Queen Railway Reading remains residence Richard river river Kennet rocks Roman Saxon seat Sheffield shire side situated station stone style Thames Thatcham three miles tion tower town Trent village Wallingford Wantage William Windsor Wirksworth
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Сторінка 126 - Silver'd the walls of Cumnor Hall, And many an oak that grew thereby. Now nought was heard beneath the skies, The sounds of busy life were still, Save an unhappy lady's sighs, That issued from that lonely pile. " Leicester," she cried, " is this thy love That thou so oft hast sworn to me, To leave me in this lonely grove, Immured in shameful privity? " No more thou com'st with lover's speed, Thy once beloved bride to see j But be she alive, or be she dead, I fear, stern Earl, 's the same to thee.
Сторінка 176 - Thou hast most traitorously corrupted the youth of the realm in erecting a grammar-school ; and whereas, before, our forefathers had no other books but the score and the tally, thou hast caused printing to be used ; and, contrary to the king, his crown, and dignity, thou hast built a paper-mill.
Сторінка 181 - I have been bullied by an usurper ; I have been neglected by a court ; but I will not be dictated to by a subject : your man shan't stand. " ANNE Dorset, Pembroke and Montgomery.
Сторінка 152 - tis, to cast one's eyes so low! The crows and choughs, that wing the midway air, Show scarce so gross as beetles : Half way down Hangs one that gathers samphire; dreadful trade! Methinks, he seems no bigger than his head: The fishermen, that walk upon the beach, Appear like mice; and yon...
Сторінка 161 - Forgive, blest shade, the tributary tear, That mourns thy exit from a world like this ; Forgive the wish that would have kept thee here, And stayed thy progress to the seats of bliss • No more confined to grov'ling scenes of night, No more a tenant pent in mortal clay, Now should we rather hail thy glorious flight, And trace thy journey to the realms of day.
Сторінка 37 - A stranger yet to pain ! I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing My weary soul they seem to...
Сторінка 125 - ... head), yet the inhabitants will tell you there that she was conveyed from her usual chamber where she lay to another where the bed's head of the chamber stood close to a privy postern door, where they in the night came and stifled her in her bed, bruised her head very much, broke her neck, and at length flung her down stairs, thereby believing the world would have thought it a mischance, and so have blinded their villainy.
Сторінка 127 - Nor, cruel earl! can I enjoy The humble charms of solitude; Your minions proud my peace destroy, By sullen frowns, or pratings rude. "Last night, as sad I chanced to stray, The village death-bell smote my ear; They winked aside, and seemed to say, ' Countess, prepare — thy end is near!
Сторінка 126 - And when you first to me made suit, How fair I was, you oft would say! And proud of conquest, plucked the fruit, Then left the blossom to decay.
Сторінка 106 - ... in the act of bounding into the air, from the shallow margin of the water, or from the wet sand. If any motion of a mute animal could express delight, it was this ; if they had meant to make signs of their happiness, they could not have done it more intelligibly.