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... means it became in all ways the centre of parish life and progress . Next to the priest and his church came the miller and his wife , who owed their rank to the fact that none could do without them . Each manor had its corn - mill , and ...
... means it became in all ways the centre of parish life and progress . Next to the priest and his church came the miller and his wife , who owed their rank to the fact that none could do without them . Each manor had its corn - mill , and ...
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... means uninhabited ; and by the Saxons it was called the Andredes - weald . From Rye this forest primeval ran westward for a distance of rather more than one hundred miles , while eastward it threw into midland Kent some scattered clumps ...
... means uninhabited ; and by the Saxons it was called the Andredes - weald . From Rye this forest primeval ran westward for a distance of rather more than one hundred miles , while eastward it threw into midland Kent some scattered clumps ...
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... view of the coast , " the nature of the place was this : the sea was confined by mountains so close to it that a dart could be thrown from their summit on to the beach . " As this was by no means a fit place for disembarking 27.
... view of the coast , " the nature of the place was this : the sea was confined by mountains so close to it that a dart could be thrown from their summit on to the beach . " As this was by no means a fit place for disembarking 27.
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Her Story Mirrored in Her Scenes Walter Shaw Sparrow. this was by no means a fit place for disembarking , Cæsar remained at anchor till the ninth hour , and “ then advanced about seven miles from that place , and stationed his fleet over ...
Her Story Mirrored in Her Scenes Walter Shaw Sparrow. this was by no means a fit place for disembarking , Cæsar remained at anchor till the ninth hour , and “ then advanced about seven miles from that place , and stationed his fleet over ...
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... . As the story is trans- mitted to us , he had been secretly conveyed from the field to a castle , probably of Dover , where he continued concealed until he had the means of rumour . reaching the sanctuary where he expired . The 37.
... . As the story is trans- mitted to us , he had been secretly conveyed from the field to a castle , probably of Dover , where he continued concealed until he had the means of rumour . reaching the sanctuary where he expired . The 37.
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Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...