Sketches of Lancashire Life and LocalitiesWhittaker & Company, 1855 - 260 páginas |
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... thing ; and , sometimes , the lan- guage of a very limited locality , though bearing the same general characteristics as the dialect of the county in general , is rendered still more perceptibly distinctive in features , by idioms and ...
... thing ; and , sometimes , the lan- guage of a very limited locality , though bearing the same general characteristics as the dialect of the county in general , is rendered still more perceptibly distinctive in features , by idioms and ...
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... thing seemed to stand still and meditate , and inhale silently the air of peace which pervaded that magnificent and tranquil hour of closing day , as if all things on earth had caught the spirit of " meek nature's evening comments on ...
... thing seemed to stand still and meditate , and inhale silently the air of peace which pervaded that magnificent and tranquil hour of closing day , as if all things on earth had caught the spirit of " meek nature's evening comments on ...
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... thing need- ful , " in exchange - sumptuous eating and drinking , fine linen , and downy beds , hung with damask curtaining ; together with grand upholstery , glittering chandelier and looking glass , and more than enough of other ...
... thing need- ful , " in exchange - sumptuous eating and drinking , fine linen , and downy beds , hung with damask curtaining ; together with grand upholstery , glittering chandelier and looking glass , and more than enough of other ...
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... things which manufacture has brought with it , they certainly begin to set more value upon their independent rights as men , than upon the patronage of ancient landlords . I had no time to devote to any other of the notabilities of Bury ...
... things which manufacture has brought with it , they certainly begin to set more value upon their independent rights as men , than upon the patronage of ancient landlords . I had no time to devote to any other of the notabilities of Bury ...
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... things o'er a bit , Bodle began o ' lookin ' very yearn'stfully at th ' fire - hole o ' at once't , and he said , " By th ' mass , Owd Ned , aw've a good mind to go reet up th ' chimbley . " Well , yo known , Owd Neddy likes a spree as ...
... things o'er a bit , Bodle began o ' lookin ' very yearn'stfully at th ' fire - hole o ' at once't , and he said , " By th ' mass , Owd Ned , aw've a good mind to go reet up th ' chimbley . " Well , yo known , Owd Neddy likes a spree as ...
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abeawt ancient appearance aw know aw'll aw'm aw've Bamford bank beauty Belfield Blackley Blackstone Edge Boggart Buckley Buckley Hall Bury Butterworth Byron called Castleton church Clegg Hall Clough cottage Crumpsall dar say deawn dhyel district eawt factory green Grislehurst hamlet heaw heawse Henry VIII Heywood Hall hills Holt Hooley Bridge Humphrey Chetham i'th inhabitants Jone land Littleborough living lonely look Lord Byron Manchester manor manufacturing Mary meadows Middleton miles mills Milnrow moor moorland native naut neaw neighbourhood neighbouring never Newall noan nook o'er o'th Owd Neddy parish picturesque pleasant quaint quiet river Roch road Roch Rochdale Rostherne Saddleworth Samuel Bamford scene side Sir John Smallbridge South Lancashire spot stands stone stood theer there's things thoose Todmorden trees vale valley village walked wandered weel Whau wheer wild wind woods yo'n
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