From Edenvale to the Plains of York: Or, A Thousand Miles in the Valleys of the Nidd and YoreEdmund Bogg E. Bogg, 1894 - 345 strán (strany) |
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Výsledky 1 - 5 z 65.
Strana 2
... nearly seven centuries have passed away since the first of the family bearing that name dwelt here . Upwards still the river glides through the old historic town of Knaresborough , where the mental eye can wander back over many scenes ...
... nearly seven centuries have passed away since the first of the family bearing that name dwelt here . Upwards still the river glides through the old historic town of Knaresborough , where the mental eye can wander back over many scenes ...
Strana 3
... nearly hidden by rank fern and lichens , and peering down into the unseen depths , a grey foamy mist could be seen rising out of the darkness , caused by the falling water striking the rocky sides and bottom of the tremendous hole ...
... nearly hidden by rank fern and lichens , and peering down into the unseen depths , a grey foamy mist could be seen rising out of the darkness , caused by the falling water striking the rocky sides and bottom of the tremendous hole ...
Strana 8
... nearly exterminated by the eruptions of the Brigantes from the Belgic shores . In the upper dale there was remaining , early in the present century , one relic at least of Druidism , the Beltane Fire , and which was kindled near some of ...
... nearly exterminated by the eruptions of the Brigantes from the Belgic shores . In the upper dale there was remaining , early in the present century , one relic at least of Druidism , the Beltane Fire , and which was kindled near some of ...
Strana 10
... nearly exterminated the Roman army in Britain , she delivered Caractacus a prisoner into the hands of the enemy . This happened on the banks of the Yore , somewhere about the year 50 , and thus , as it were , at the first dawn of ...
... nearly exterminated the Roman army in Britain , she delivered Caractacus a prisoner into the hands of the enemy . This happened on the banks of the Yore , somewhere about the year 50 , and thus , as it were , at the first dawn of ...
Strana 13
... nearly 200 years , the bitter and exterminating storm of war hung over Britain , war to the hilt ; this was not the enslaving of a people , but the driving back of a nation . Nor was it at all child's play , for in the old Celtic race ...
... nearly 200 years , the bitter and exterminating storm of war hung over Britain , war to the hilt ; this was not the enslaving of a people , but the driving back of a nation . Nor was it at all child's play , for in the old Celtic race ...
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Abbey adjoining amongst ancient Aram Aysgarth banks Barnoldswick battle beautiful beck Bolton Boroughbridge Brimham castle century chancel chapel church churchyard cross Dacre Banks dale dark death distance dwelt Earl east East Witton EDMUND BOGG feet forest Fountains Abbey Gill glen green grey ground Hall hamlet Harrogate Hawes hills horse John king Kirkby Kirkby Malzeard Knaresborough lady land Leeds Leyburn Little Ouseburn Lord manor Marston Masham meadows memory Middleham Middlesmoor mighty miles monks Moor moorland mountain Nidd Nidderdale night noble Norman Northumbria o'er Ouse Ouseburn pass Pateley Bridge PERCY ROBINSON picturesque Ramsgill relics Ribstone rich Ripley Ripon rise river river Nidd river vales road rocks Roman ruins Saxon says scene seen side song sound spot spread stands stone stood stream tomb tower town trees vale valley village walls wander warriors Whernside whilst Whixley wild woods yards Yore York
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