Lancashire SketchesSimpkin, Marshall, 1869 - 309 páginas |
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... feel that the rate he was going at was rather too much for me . Besides , I had a pair of heavy , double - soled boots on , and my thick coat was loaded with books and papers . But I laboured on , perspiring freely . I thought that I ...
... feel that the rate he was going at was rather too much for me . Besides , I had a pair of heavy , double - soled boots on , and my thick coat was loaded with books and papers . But I laboured on , perspiring freely . I thought that I ...
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... feel thankful now that I did not bring Willie with me . If I had done so , nothing could have saved us . The tide had come in behind , and a minute more at the channel would have been too much . " After resting about three hours , we ...
... feel thankful now that I did not bring Willie with me . If I had done so , nothing could have saved us . The tide had come in behind , and a minute more at the channel would have been too much . " After resting about three hours , we ...
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... feel chill , and then we went back to the cottage . About six o'clock the old fisherman returned home from Ulverstone ; and , soon after , two of his sons arrived from Conishead Park , where they had been working at a deep drain . They ...
... feel chill , and then we went back to the cottage . About six o'clock the old fisherman returned home from Ulverstone ; and , soon after , two of his sons arrived from Conishead Park , where they had been working at a deep drain . They ...
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... feel hungry , and I stepped into the only house thereabouts , a little roadside inn , to get a bite of something . The house stands near to a narrow woody ravine , which runs under the highway at that place . It is said to have been ...
... feel hungry , and I stepped into the only house thereabouts , a little roadside inn , to get a bite of something . The house stands near to a narrow woody ravine , which runs under the highway at that place . It is said to have been ...
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... feel at it . Mary . Oh , ay , sure there is ; an ' aw'll bring it , too . Aw declare aw'd forgetten it ! Dun yo like pickle , measther ? " I do , " said I , " just for a taste . ' " ) Mary . Well , well ; aw meeon for a taste . But aw ...
... feel at it . Mary . Oh , ay , sure there is ; an ' aw'll bring it , too . Aw declare aw'd forgetten it ! Dun yo like pickle , measther ? " I do , " said I , " just for a taste . ' " ) Mary . Well , well ; aw meeon for a taste . But aw ...
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abeawt afore ancient aw'll aw'm aw've Bamford Bardsea beautiful began Blackley Blackstone Edge Bobbin Boggart Buckley Buckley Hall Bury Byron called Cheshire church Clegg Hall Clough cottage Crumpsall deawn district eawt Flixton Fylde garden getten green Grislehurst Hall hamlet heaw heawse Heywood hills Hooley Bridge Humphrey Chetham i'th inhabitants John Collier Jone land Littleborough living lonely look Manchester manor manufacturing meadows miles Milnrow moor moorland native neaw neighbourhood neighbouring never noan nook Norbreck o'th parish picturesque pleasant Port Erin quaint quiet road Rochdale Rostherne round Samuel Bamford scene side Smallbridge sometimes spot stands stone stood Stretford theer there's things thought Tim Bobbin Tim's town trees Urmston vale valley village walked wandered Wardleworth weel wheer wild wind window woods yo'n
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Página 240 - The breezy call of incense-breathing Morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed...
Página 240 - Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike the inevitable hour: The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Página 281 - Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these ? O, I have ta'en Too little care of this ! Take physic, pomp ; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, That thou mayst shake the superflux to them, And show the heavens more just.
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