A Tour in a Phaeton Through the Eastern CountiesRichard Bentley & Son, 1889 - 403 psl. |
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... Building A Sixteenth - century Mansion - Friends Road -- A Notable Structure - A Fine Prospect of River , Land , and Sea on the PAGE 56 CHAPTER V. Layer Marney Church -- Old Altar - tombs - An Ancient Will- An English Earthquake - Rooms ...
... Building A Sixteenth - century Mansion - Friends Road -- A Notable Structure - A Fine Prospect of River , Land , and Sea on the PAGE 56 CHAPTER V. Layer Marney Church -- Old Altar - tombs - An Ancient Will- An English Earthquake - Rooms ...
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... Buildings - Wickham Market - A Curious Bell - Provincialisms and Folk - lore Country Characters - A Decayed Coaching Inn - A Windmill Land --Saxmundham - A Picturesque Village - Poetical Busi- ness Effusions The ... Building - A Wasting.
... Buildings - Wickham Market - A Curious Bell - Provincialisms and Folk - lore Country Characters - A Decayed Coaching Inn - A Windmill Land --Saxmundham - A Picturesque Village - Poetical Busi- ness Effusions The ... Building - A Wasting.
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James John Hissey. CHAPTER XII . Cromer - Flint Building - A Wasting Shore - The Poorer Classes --- Along the Norfolk Coast - Old Fishing Villages -- A Bygone Relic The Gift of Age - A Hilly Road - The Glamour of the Unknown - Ingworth ...
James John Hissey. CHAPTER XII . Cromer - Flint Building - A Wasting Shore - The Poorer Classes --- Along the Norfolk Coast - Old Fishing Villages -- A Bygone Relic The Gift of Age - A Hilly Road - The Glamour of the Unknown - Ingworth ...
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... Buildings - A Wonderful Roof - A Ghastly Tomb Old Brasses and New Ones - A Quaint Epitaph . PAGE 290 CHAPTER XVII . A Pleasant Country - Old Toll - gates - The Homes of the People -The Modern and the Last Century Traveller Home ...
... Buildings - A Wonderful Roof - A Ghastly Tomb Old Brasses and New Ones - A Quaint Epitaph . PAGE 290 CHAPTER XVII . A Pleasant Country - Old Toll - gates - The Homes of the People -The Modern and the Last Century Traveller Home ...
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... building suggestive of old romance around whose walls bygone memories linger , fraught with interest for the antiquary as well as delightful to the eye of the artist . The country abounds in human associations , in relics of the ...
... building suggestive of old romance around whose walls bygone memories linger , fraught with interest for the antiquary as well as delightful to the eye of the artist . The country abounds in human associations , in relics of the ...
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altar-tombs ancient artist beauty Beccles Bramfield brass building built carved castle charming church churchyard clerk coaching inns Colchester colour comfortable cottage Cromer curious delightful discovered driving drove England English Essex farmstead Faulkbourne fresh gables grand green grey guide-book Hadleigh Halesworth half-timbered highwayman horses hostelry inns inscription interest journey Kentwell Hall land landlord landscape Langdon Hills Layer Marney Layer Marney tower Little Braxted London look manifestly mansion miles modern monument never Norfolk Norfolk towns noticed old coaching old house old-fashioned old-time once ourselves painted passed past phaeton picture picturesque pleasant portion pretty quaint quiet railway rain rambling rector Reepham remarked rest river road roof ruined rural scenery seemed side sketch spot Stalham stone strange street structure Suffolk thatched thing tion told tomb took tourist town traveller trees village walls wayside weather whilst wild wind windmill wonder woods Yarmouth
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