The Exeter Road: The Story of the West of England Highway |
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Amesbury ancient Andover ASTOR LENOX Bagshot Basingstoke Blandford Boulter Brentford Bridport called cathedral Charmouth church coaching inn coachman Cobbett cross River Dodington Dorchester East Bedfont Eastbury Egham England Exeter Mail Exeter Road fact Fair four Green guard hand Hartford Bridge Flats Hartley Row highway Honiton horses hostelries Hounslow Heath hundred Hyde Park Corner inns journey Kensington LENOX AND TILDEN London Lord mail coach morning never night o'clock old coaching old gentleman Old Sarum passengers passing Piccadilly picturesque pikeman Poulshot PUBLIC LIBRARY ASTOR Quicksilver railway reached ROADSIDE SCENE Roman road roof route Rowlandson ruin Salisbury Plain seen spot stage Staines stands Stonehenge stones stood story Street Tarrant Hinton Telegraph Thames thence thing TILDEN FOUNDATIONS tion town travellers turnpikes village Virginia Water waggon Wallop West Weyhill Whitchurch White Hart wild Winchester Winterslow Hut YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY
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Page 183 - Yoho, past hedges, gates, and trees ; past cottages and barns, and people going home from work. Yoho, past donkey-chaises, drawn aside into the ditch, and empty carts with rampant horses, whipped up at a bound upon the little watercourse, and held by struggling carters close to the five-barred gate, until the coach had passed the narrow turning in the road. Yoho, by churches dropped...
Page 5 - Thus saith the Lord, Stand ye in the ways, and see, and ask for the old paths, where is the good way, and walk therein, and ye shall find rest for your souls.
Page 183 - Yoho, by churches dropped down by themselves in quiet nooks, with rustic burial-grounds about them, where the graves are green, and daisies sleep — for it is evening — on the bosoms of the dead. Yoho, past streams, in which the cattle cool their feet, and where the rushes grow ; past paddockfences, farms, and rick-yards ; past last year's stacks, cut, slice by slice, away, and showing, in the waning light, like ruined gables, old and brown. Yoho, down the pebbly dip, and through the merry water-splash,...
Page 269 - Casterbridge, as has been hinted, was a place deposited in the block upon a corn-field. There was no suburb in the modern sense, or transitional intermixture of town and down. It stood, with regard to the wide fertile land adjoining, clean-cut and distinct, like a chess-board on a green table-cloth. The farmer's boy could sit under his barley-mow and pitch a stone into the office-window of the town-clerk; reapers at work among the sheaves nodded to acquaintances standing on the pavement-corner; the...
Page 189 - So all over the plain by the sight of the steeple (the plain high and low) to Salisbury by night ; but before I came to the town, I saw a great fortification, and there light, and to it and in it ; and find it prodigious, so as to fright me to be in it all alone at that time of night, it being dark. I understand since it to be that that is called Old Sarum.
Page 272 - It was also rumoured that, when the clergyman who preached the assize sermon inforced the duty of mercy, the ferocious mouth of the Judge was distorted by an ominous grin. These things made men augur ill of what was to follow.
Page 159 - I write this ; but here, even here, with a few old authors, I can manage to get through the summer or the winter months, without ever knowing what it is to feel ennui. They sit with me at breakfast; they walk out with me before dinner. After a long walk through unfrequented tracts, after starting the hare from the fern, or hearing the wing of the raven rustling above my head, or being greeted by the woodman's
Page 13 - Pardon my ignorance," replies the regenerated; "from the cleanliness of his person, the neatness of his apparel, and the language he made use of, I mistook him for some enthusiastic bachelor of arts, wishing to become a charioteer after the manner of the illustrious ancients.
Page 210 - I have the faculty of being as much impressed by it as any man living. But the prairie fell, by far, short of my preconceived idea. I felt no such emotions as I do in crossing Salisbury Plain. The excessive flatness of the scene makes it dreary, but tame. Grandeur is certainly not its characteristic. I retired from the rest of the party, to understand my own feelings the better ; and looked all round, again and again. It was fine. It was worth the ride. The sun was going down, very red and bright...
Page 134 - To being thrown out of the window at the George Inn, Andover — to my leg being thereby broken — to surgeon's bill, and loss of time and business — all in the service of Sir FB Delaval. — Five hundred pounds.