Old England: Her Story Mirrored in Her ScenesJ.Pott, 1908 - 347 Seiten |
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... the first essay of his poetry , be lost , yet it is said to have been so very bitter that it redoubled the persecution against him to that degree that he was obliged to leave his business and family in Warwickshire and shelter himself ...
... the first essay of his poetry , be lost , yet it is said to have been so very bitter that it redoubled the persecution against him to that degree that he was obliged to leave his business and family in Warwickshire and shelter himself ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Abbot ancient Anderida Silva Androgeus archers architect architecture arrows Arundel Bamborough battle became Bishop Bolton Bolton Castle bows bridge Britons building built Cæsar Cassivellaunus Cathedral church Cistercian coast common cottages custom Durham Earl Edward England English farm Forest of Anderida fortress Furness Abbey genius Henry VIII Holy Island horses houses Kent kind King Kirkstall Knaresborough labour land landscapes Lanercost Priory Leicestershire LENOX TILDEN FOUNDATIONS Lincoln lived Lord Ludlow Ludlow Castle manor masonry mediæval medieval Middle Ages mind monastery monks Newtown Linford noble Norham Castle Norman Northumberland Orrock painters parish passed peasants Pevensey picture Plate PUBLIC LIBRARY ASTOR Queen reign Richmond Rievaulx river roads Roman roof ruins Saxon says Scotch serfs Shakespeare sheep stone Surrey Sussex tenants thing thirteenth century Thorold Rogers tion to-day tower town trees troops Twisel village Warkworth William Witley wood YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY Yorkshire
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 105 - This he said, not that he cared for the poor; but because he was a thief, and had the bag, and bare what was put therein.
Seite 273 - They say he is already in the forest of Arden, and a many merry men with him ; and there they live like the old Robin Hood of England. They say many young gentlemen flock to him every day, and fleet the time carelessly, as they did in the golden world.
Seite 274 - Under the greenwood tree, Who loves to lie with me, And tune his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat, Come hither, come hither, come hither; Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather.
Seite 269 - By this, poor Wat, far off upon a hill, Stands on his hinder legs with listening ear, To hearken if his foes pursue him still; Anon their loud alarums he doth hear ; And now his grief may be compared well To one sore sick that hears the passing bell.
Seite 304 - Ther nas no dore that he nolde heve of harre, 550 Or breke it, at a renning, with his heed. His berd as any sowe or fox was reed, And ther-to brood, as though it were a spade. Up-on the cop...
Seite 271 - And though this, probably the first essay of his poetry be lost, yet it is said to have been so very bitter that it redoubled the prosecution against him to that degree, that he was...
Seite 271 - He had by a misfortune common enough to young fellows, fallen into ill company, and amongst them, some that made a frequent practice of deer-stealing engaged him more than once in robbing a park that belonged to Sir Thomas Lucy, of Charlecote, near Stratford. For this...
Seite 299 - Harvest-Home; their last load of Corn they Crown with Flowers, having besides an Image richly dressed, by which, perhaps, they would signify Ceres, this they keep moving about, while Men and Women, Men and Maid Servants, riding through the Streets in the Cart, shout as loud as they can, till they arrive at the Barn.
Seite 37 - Years afterwards, when the Norman yoke pressed heavily upon the English, and the battle of Hastings had become a tale of sorrow, which old men narrated by the light of the embers, until warned to silence by the sullen tolling of the curfew, there was a decrepit anchorite, who inhabited a cell near the Abbey of St.
Seite 324 - This royal throne of kings, this sceptred isle, This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, This other Eden, demi-paradise, This fortress built by Nature for herself Against infection and the hand of war, This happy breed of men, this little world, This precious stone set in the silver sea, Which serves it in the office of a wall Or as a moat defensive to a house, Against the envy of less happier lands, This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England...