Highways and Byways in East AngliaMacmillan, 1923 - 415 psl. |
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abbey abbot amid ancient banks Bawburgh beautiful Benet's Abbey birds Blickling boat body Breydon Bridge Broadland broadsman Bury Caister Caister Castle camp Castle Acre cathedral century CHAP chapel charm church coast cottages Crome death delightful Dereham district Dunwich Earl East Anglia East Bergholt East Dereham Edmund England famous Fenland fens flint Framlingham Framlingham Castle Friar gipsies Hall hamlet hear heard heath Hereward horse Houghton Iceni Ipswich Isle John journey King land lived London Lord Lowestoft Lynn manor marshes marshland midst miles monastery monks Mousehold Mousehold Heath night Norfolk Norman Norwich Paston priory Queen reeds river road Roman ruins sail sedge sedge warbler seen shrine Sir Thomas soon Southwold story Stowmarket strange Suffolk summer tell Thetford tower town trees village Walberswick walls Walsingham Waveney wherries wild wind wonder woods Wroxham Yarmouth
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