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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Strana vi
... river again ; HAMPSTHWAITE ; The Church and its Associations ; Blind Peter ; Village Life half a Century ago ... Rivers ; A Wild Tramp ; Shaw Paddocks ; Amongst the wild hills ; The Devil's Bridge ; HELL GILL ; A famous leap ; Caught in ...
... river again ; HAMPSTHWAITE ; The Church and its Associations ; Blind Peter ; Village Life half a Century ago ... Rivers ; A Wild Tramp ; Shaw Paddocks ; Amongst the wild hills ; The Devil's Bridge ; HELL GILL ; A famous leap ; Caught in ...
Strana vii
... River Burn ; The Villages of HEALEY and FEARBY ; Remains of Druidism ; COLSTERDALE ; KIRK GILL ; A Mock Temple ; Grimes Gill Beck : Pott Beck ; ILTON : a Magnificent Prospect ; Description ; HACKFALL : Enchanting Scenes ; GREWELTHORPE ...
... River Burn ; The Villages of HEALEY and FEARBY ; Remains of Druidism ; COLSTERDALE ; KIRK GILL ; A Mock Temple ; Grimes Gill Beck : Pott Beck ; ILTON : a Magnificent Prospect ; Description ; HACKFALL : Enchanting Scenes ; GREWELTHORPE ...
Strana 1
... river Nidd joins the Ouse , and helps to swell the waters of that noble river , some six miles above the old City of York . On the north bank , resting on a triangle of land formed by the two rivers , stands the village of Nunmonkton ...
... river Nidd joins the Ouse , and helps to swell the waters of that noble river , some six miles above the old City of York . On the north bank , resting on a triangle of land formed by the two rivers , stands the village of Nunmonkton ...
Strana 2
... river winds its way through a maze of wooded grandeur , which all lovers of river scenery cannot fail to appreciate . A few miles westward , on elevated moorlands , stands the fairy town of Harrogate , the health - giving breeze wafted ...
... river winds its way through a maze of wooded grandeur , which all lovers of river scenery cannot fail to appreciate . A few miles westward , on elevated moorlands , stands the fairy town of Harrogate , the health - giving breeze wafted ...
Strana 3
... river under the shade of the mighty Whernside . Scaling the crest of this mountain , we cross the high ridge of moorland which separates Bishopdale and Kettlewelldale , near to which rises the little river Cover , winding its way under ...
... river under the shade of the mighty Whernside . Scaling the crest of this mountain , we cross the high ridge of moorland which separates Bishopdale and Kettlewelldale , near to which rises the little river Cover , winding its way under ...
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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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