A Tour in a Phaeton Through the Eastern CountiesRichard Bentley & Son, 1889 - 403 psl. |
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... told us was very fine ; so we went . A lad showed us up , but he , too , as soon as he had pointed out the diffe- rent landmarks , suddenly disappeared and we saw no more of him . What a happy land this , where backsheesh is a thing ...
... told us was very fine ; so we went . A lad showed us up , but he , too , as soon as he had pointed out the diffe- rent landmarks , suddenly disappeared and we saw no more of him . What a happy land this , where backsheesh is a thing ...
34 psl.
... told what part of England it was , we should never have guessed that we were in a portion of Essex . Margaretting was the next village we came to , and again we were tempted to make a short stop to sketch the effective bit of iron ...
... told what part of England it was , we should never have guessed that we were in a portion of Essex . Margaretting was the next village we came to , and again we were tempted to make a short stop to sketch the effective bit of iron ...
39 psl.
... told us is known by the name of the Good Woman . First it was called the Silent Woman , because having her head cut off the poor woman naturally could not speak ; it would seem that in times past the Essex people did not esteem it a ...
... told us is known by the name of the Good Woman . First it was called the Silent Woman , because having her head cut off the poor woman naturally could not speak ; it would seem that in times past the Essex people did not esteem it a ...
53 psl.
... told us of the very interesting old Tudor embattled mansion of Faulk- bourne Hall , two miles off , which he had photo- graphed . We determined at once to profit by the unexpected information , and see the ancient hall , the more ...
... told us of the very interesting old Tudor embattled mansion of Faulk- bourne Hall , two miles off , which he had photo- graphed . We determined at once to profit by the unexpected information , and see the ancient hall , the more ...
58 psl.
... told by an antiquarian friend that there was a re- markably fine old tower - house at Layer Marney , a scattered hamlet in an almost terra incognita be- tween Witham and Colchester , we looked up the name of the place on our map , and ...
... told by an antiquarian friend that there was a re- markably fine old tower - house at Layer Marney , a scattered hamlet in an almost terra incognita be- tween Witham and Colchester , we looked up the name of the place on our map , and ...
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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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266 psl. - I pity the man who can travel from Dan. to Beersheba, and cry, 'Tis all barren and so it is; and so is all the world to him, who will not cultivate the fruits it offers.
172 psl. - Were I in my castle of Bungey Upon the river of Waveney I would ne care for the king of Cockeney...
141 psl. - A swarm of bees in May Is worth a load of hay ; A swarm of bees in June Is worth a silver spoon; But a swarm in July Is not worth a fly.
386 psl. - ... wandering far and few A longing long unfelt, a deep-drawn sighing For. the far Spirit-World o'erpowers me now; My song's faint voice sinks fainter, like the dying Tones of the wind-harp swinging from the bough, And my changed heart throbs warm, no more denying Tears to my eyes, or sadness to my brow: The near afar off seems, the distant nigh, The now a dream, the past reality.
114 psl. - Resigned unto the heavenly will, His son keeps on the business still.
291 psl. - I've the very carving knife and fork that that gentleman used when he was here ; ivory-mounted they are, they go with the hotel, and were handed to me when I took it.
332 psl. - And of all manner of debtors pious people building churches they can't pay for, are the most detestable nonsense to me. Can't you preach and pray behind the hedges— or in a sandpit— or a coalhole— first? And of all manner of churches thus idiotically built, iron churches are the damnablest to me. And of all...
77 psl. - O mortall folke! you may beholde and se Howe I lye here, sometime a myghty knyght; The end of joye and all prosperite Is deth at last, through his course and myght; After the day there cometh the derke night; For though the day be never so longe, At last the belles ringeth to evensonge.
16 psl. - Such a prodigious valley, everywhere painted with the finest verdure, and intersected with numberless hedges and woods, appears beneath you that it is past description; the Thames winding through it, full of ships, and bounded by the hills of Kent. Nothing can exceed this amazing prospect, unless it be that which Hannibal exhibited to his disconsolate troops when he bade them behold the glories of the .Italian plains...
111 psl. - Palseologus, one of the last members of the Imperial line descended from the old Greek Emperors of Constantinople. The churchyard contains no very curious epitaphs, unless it be the following, which has been often printed, in memory of John Turner : — My sledge and hammer lie declined, My bellows have quite lost their wind, My fire's extinct, my forge decayed, My vice is in the dust all laid.