The people's history of Cleveland and its vicinage: being an historical, topographical, and statistical account of the past and present state of each parish, township, and hamlet within the wapentake of Lanbargh, and the boroughs of Whitby and of Stockton-on-Tees; the soil, produce, manufactures, antiquities, natural curiosities, and benefit societies; with copious pedigrees of the principal families, memoirs of memorable men, careful chronicles of the most remarkable events, notices of the manners and customs, sports and pastimes, legends and superstitions, and a glossary of the north York dialect. By George Markham Tweddell, ...

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Page 74 - And will not rather say unto him, 'Make ready wherewith I may sup, and gird thyself, and serve me, till I have eaten and drunken; and afterward thou shalt eat and drink?
Page 28 - BREATHES there the man with soul so dead Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land ? Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned, From wandering on a foreign strand ? If such there breathe, go mark him well...
Page 113 - A time there was, ere England's griefs began, When every rood of ground maintain'd its man: For him light Labour spread her wholesome store, Just gave what life required, but gave no more; His best companions, innocence and health, And his best riches, ignorance of wealth.
Page 56 - And he gave it for his opinion, that whoever could make two ears of corn, or two blades of grass to grow upon a spot of ground where only one grew before, would deserve better of mankind, and do more essential service to his country, than the whole race of politicians put together.
Page 84 - This will be the manner of the king that shall reign over you : He will take your sons, and 1 That is, where is the glory?
Page 25 - Off the curdled sky. Hark ! The brave North-easter ! Breast-high lies the scent, On by holt and headland, Over heath and bent. Chime, ye dappled darlings, Through the sleet and snow. Who can over-ride you? Let the horses go ! Chime, ye dappled darlings, Down the roaring blast; You shall see a fox die Ere an hour be past. Go ! and rest to-morrow, Hunting in your dreams, While our skates are ringing O'er the frozen streams. Let the luscious South-wind Breathe in lovers' sighs, While the lazy gallants...
Page 3 - Through all the years of this our life, to lead From joy to joy: for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith, that all which we behold Is full of blessings.
Page 113 - Along the lawn, where scatter'd hamlets rose, Unwieldy wealth and cumbrous pomp repose, And every want to luxury allied, And every pang that folly pays to pride. Those gentle hours that plenty bade to bloom, Those calm desires that...
Page 85 - He will take the tenth of your sheep : and ye shall be his servants. And ye shall cry out in that day because of your king which ye shall have chosen you; and the Lord will not hear you in that day.

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