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... Miss Barlow , ditto Miss Isabella Barlow , ditto Mrs. Barnes Henry Barrick , Sen. , Esq . Henry Barrick , Esq . Mrs. Bateman Mrs. Belcher Henry Belcher , Esq . John Benson . Esq . , Aislaby Mrs. Benson , Church - Street Miss Benson Mr ...
... Miss Barlow , ditto Miss Isabella Barlow , ditto Mrs. Barnes Henry Barrick , Sen. , Esq . Henry Barrick , Esq . Mrs. Bateman Mrs. Belcher Henry Belcher , Esq . John Benson . Esq . , Aislaby Mrs. Benson , Church - Street Miss Benson Mr ...
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... Miss Hutton Rev. Joseph Ibbotson , Ayton Mr. Impey Miss Arabella Jackson Sir J. B.V. Johnstone , Bart . M. P. Mrs. Richard Keld Miss Kneeshaw Mrs. John Langborne Mrs. Henry Linton , East Row Rev. William Long , Lyth Martin Loy , Esq ...
... Miss Hutton Rev. Joseph Ibbotson , Ayton Mr. Impey Miss Arabella Jackson Sir J. B.V. Johnstone , Bart . M. P. Mrs. Richard Keld Miss Kneeshaw Mrs. John Langborne Mrs. Henry Linton , East Row Rev. William Long , Lyth Martin Loy , Esq ...
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... miss the bounding step , that o'er The verdant sward , or oaken floor , Was wont so joyously to spring- His homeward footsteps welcoming . Now slow and mournful was her tread , And bowed the lovely drooping head , That none upon her ...
... miss the bounding step , that o'er The verdant sward , or oaken floor , Was wont so joyously to spring- His homeward footsteps welcoming . Now slow and mournful was her tread , And bowed the lovely drooping head , That none upon her ...
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... miss the Babe - her cherish'd bliss below ! -Alas ! for her - who came , too late , to save Her beauteous Oswy , from the fatal wave ! -Oh ! pang most fearful , to the Mother's heart , To feel such deep , deep love - and yet to part ...
... miss the Babe - her cherish'd bliss below ! -Alas ! for her - who came , too late , to save Her beauteous Oswy , from the fatal wave ! -Oh ! pang most fearful , to the Mother's heart , To feel such deep , deep love - and yet to part ...
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Abbot Aislaby Amid Ayton beams beauty beneath bless blest bliss bloom Boar bosom bowers breast breathes bright bright Eye brightly burn brow Bruce cell Chapel charms cherish'd Child dark deep delight ditto Miss dread earth EGERIA Egton Bridge Emma Emma's fair fane flowers gaze gentle Gentlemen glad glade gloomy glory grace grave grief Hall hallow'd hapless happy heart Heaven Hereward's HERMIT OF ESKDALESIDE Hermitage holy hope Hounds hour humble light lonely lov'd lovely Lyre maid maiden mark'd Monk Mulgrave ne'er neath night Northumberland o'er Oswy pale pass'd peace Piercie pour'd prayer repose rill ruin'd Saxon scenes shade skies smile soft softly solemn song sought soul sparkling wine spirit Stokesley strain Stranger stream sweet sweetly tale tempest tender thee thine thou thought tide toil treasures vale verdant vex'd voice wave ween Whitby wild wild Boar Wood youth
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Page 72 - These beauteous forms, Through a long absence, have not been to me As is a landscape to a blind man's eye : But oft, in lonely rooms, and 'mid the din Of towns and cities, I have owed to them In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart...
Page 67 - Tread those reviving passions down, Unworthy manhood! — unto thee Indifferent should the smile or frown Of beauty be. If thou regret'st thy youth, why live? The land of honourable death Is here: — up to the field, and give Away thy breath! Seek out — less often sought than found — A soldier's grave, for thee the best; Then look around and choose thy ground, And take thy rest.
Page 53 - The gentlemen being present, bade him save their lives. Then said the hermit, "You and yours shall hold your lands of the Abbot of Whitby, and his successors, in this manner: That, upon...
Page 87 - Lay not up for yourselves treasures upon earth, where moth and rust doth corrupt, and where thieves break through and steal: but lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust doth corrupt, and where thieves do not break through nor steal. For where your treasure is, there will your heart be also.
Page 53 - My soul longeth for the Lord : and I do as freely forgive these men my death, as Christ forgave the thieves on the cross.
Page 53 - You shall faithfully do this in remembrance that you did most cruelly slay me ; and that you may the better call to God for mercy, repent unfeignedly of your sins, and do good works. The officer of Eskdaleside shall blow, Out on you ! Out on you ! Out on you ! for this heinous crime.
Page 53 - Sun-rising, and there shall the Officer of the Abbot blow his horn, to the intent that you may know how to find him, and he shall deliver unto you, William de Bruce, ten Stakes...
Page 53 - Hounds in the Place aforenamed, and there found a great wild Boar, and the Hounds did run him very well, near...
Page 53 - God for mercy, repent unfeignedly of your sins, and do good works. The officer of Eskdale-side shall blow ' Out on you, out on you, out on you,