Nidderdale and the Garden of the Nidd: a Yorkshire Rhineland: Being a Complete Account, Historical, Scientific, and Descriptive, of the Beautiful Valley of the NiddE. Stock, 1894 - 514 pages |
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Nidderdale and the Garden of the Nidd, a Yorkshire Rhineland: Being a ... Harry Speight No preview available - 2009 |
Nidderdale and the Garden of the Nidd, a Yorkshire Rhineland: Being a ... Harry Speight No preview available - 2009 |
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acres aforesaid Alicia Allerton ancient Benson Bewerley Bilton Birstwith Bradford Brimham callid carucates castle Cattal century chapel church common Cowthorpe Dacre dale daughter Deighton died district Earl Edward ejusdem erected estimacion Farrah feet fields filia ejus filius Forest formerly Fountains Abbey frequent Gill Goldsborough Goodricke grange Greenhow Greenhow Hill Hall Hammerton Hampsthwaite Harrogate Hartwith Henry Hill Hunsingore Ingilby Johannes John King Kirk Kirk Hammerton Knaresborough Knaresbro Knights land Leeds limestone Lofthouse Lord manor married Middlesmoor miles Monkton Moor Nidd Nidderdale Nun Monkton Pannal parish Park pasture Pateley Bridge Plumpton present Ramsgill rare resident Ribston Ricardus Richard Ripley Ripon river road Robert rock Roman seruiens side Slingsby species Spofforth Stean stone Templars Thomas tree valley village visitor vx ejus iiij.d vx ejus vj.d vxor ejus wall Walshford Weeping Cross Willelmus William Wood xij.d York Yorkshire
Popular passages
Page 438 - Some village Hampden, that with dauntless breast The little tyrant of his fields withstood, Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, Some Cromwell, guiltless of his country's blood. The applause of listening senates...
Page 332 - For him the wind, ay, and the yellow leaves, Shall have a voice, and give him eloquent teachings. He shall so hear the solemn hymn that Death Has lifted up for all, that he shall go To his long resting-place without a tear.
Page 318 - He was a man of honor, of noble and generous nature; Though he was rough, he was kindly; she knew how during the winter He had attended the sick, with a hand as gentle as woman's; Somewhat hasty and hot, he could not deny it, and headstrong, Stern as a soldier might be, but hearty, and placable always, Not to be laughed at and scorned, because he was little of stature; For he was great of heart, magnanimous, courtly, courageous...
Page 320 - But the Nightingale, another of my airy creatures, breathes such sweet loud music out of her little instrumental throat, that it might make mankind to think miracles are not ceased. He that at midnight, when the very labourer sleeps securely, should hear, as I have very often, the clear airs, the sweet descants, the natural rising and falling, the doubling and redoubling of her voice, might well be lifted above earth, and say...
Page 209 - Soldier, rest! Thy warfare o'er, Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking; Dream of battled fields no more, Days of danger, nights of waking. In our Isle's enchanted hall, Hands unseen thy couch are strewing, Fairy strains of music fall, Every sense in slumber dewing.
Page 233 - And ye shall take you on the first day the boughs of goodly trees, branches of palm trees, and the boughs of thick trees, and willows of the brook; and ye shall rejoice before the LORD your God seven days.
Page 407 - Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife, Their sober wishes never learned to stray ; Along the cool sequestered vale of life They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.
Page 330 - Week in, week out, from morn till night, You can hear his bellows blow : You can hear him swing his heavy sledge, With measured beat and slow, Like a sexton ringing the village bell When the evening sun is low.
Page 269 - Rise the blue Franconian mountains, Nuremberg, the ancient, stands. Quaint old town of toil and traffic, quaint old town of art and song, Memories haunt thy pointed gables, like the rooks that round them throng: Memories of the Middle Ages, when the emperors, rough and bold, Had their dwelling in thy castle, time-defying, centuries old; And thy brave and thrifty burghers boasted, in their uncouth rhyme, That their great imperial city stretched its hand through every clime.
Page 320 - He that at midnight, when the very labourer sleeps securely, should hear, as I have very often, the clear airs, the sweet descants, the natural rising and falling, the doubling and redoubling of her voice, might well be lifted above earth, and say, Lord, what music hast thou provided for the Saints in Heaven, when thou affordest bad men such music on Earth...