English Villages

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Methuen & Company, 1905 - Great Britain - 308 pages

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Page 286 - It may please your grace to understand that witches and sorcerers within these few last years are marvellously increased within your grace's realm. Your grace's subjects pine away, even unto the death ; their colour fadeth, their flesh rotteth, their speech is benumbed, their senses are bereft. I pray God they never practise further than upon the subject.
Page 272 - Scrubb'd till it shone, the day to grace, Bore then upon its massive board No mark to part the squire and lord. Then was brought in the lusty brawn, By old blue-coated serving-man ; Then the grim boar's head frown'd on high, Crested with bays and rosemary. Well can the green-garb'd ranger tell How, when, and where, the monster fell ; What dogs before his death he tore, And all the baiting of the boar.
Page 272 - All hailed, with uncontrolled delight, And general voice, the happy night That to the cottage, as the crown, Brought tidings of salvation down. The fire, with well-dried logs supplied, Went roaring up the chimney wide: The huge hall-table's oaken face...
Page 142 - Therefore, to ride comely; to run fair at the tilt or ring; to play at all weapons; to shoot fair in bow, or surely in gun; to vault lustily; to run; to leap; to wrestle; to swim; to dance comely; to sing and play of instruments cunningly; to hawk; to hunt; to play at tennis and all pastimes generally which be joined with labor, used in open place, and on the 10 daylight, containing either some fit exercise for war or some pleasant pastime for peace, be not only comely and decent, but also very necessary...
Page 291 - Shrink back to my paternal cell, A little house, with trees a-row, And, like its master, very low.
Page 155 - Therfore he was a prickasoure a right: Greihoundes he hadde as swift as foul of flight: Of pricking and of hunting for the hare Was all his lust, for no cost wolde he spare.
Page 177 - The knight was well content ; So with that godly father to his home they went. XXXIV. A litle lowly hermitage it was, Downe in a dale, hard by a forest's side, Far from resort of people that did pas In...
Page 295 - Gothic tower, its windows rich with tracery and painted glass, in scrupulous preservation, its stately monuments of warriors and worthies of the olden time, ancestors of the present lords of the soil, its tombstones recording successive generations of sturdy yeomanry whose progeny still plough the same fields and kneel at the same altar ; the parsonage, a quaint irregular pile, partly antiquated, but repaired and altered in the tastes of various ages and occupants; the stile and footpath leading...
Page 214 - twould a saint provoke," (Were the last words that poor Narcissa spoke ;} " No, let a charming chintz and Brussels lace Wrap my cold limbs, and shade my lifeless face : One would not, sure, be frightful when one's dead — And — Betty — give this cheek a little red.
Page 214 - No, let a charming Chintz, and Brussels lace "Wrap my cold limbs, and shade my lifeless face: " One would not, sure, be frightful when one's dead — " And— Betty— give this Cheek a little RedĽ.

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