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 vii
... CHAPTER XX . A Tramp through the Corn Country ; BEDALE ; A Market Day ; Old Eli the Raven ; The Church ; Massive Tower ; Interior ; Inter- esting Relics ; The Hamlet of FIRBY : Snape CHAPTER XX . - Continued . PAGE . Castle ; vii .
... CHAPTER XX . A Tramp through the Corn Country ; BEDALE ; A Market Day ; Old Eli the Raven ; The Church ; Massive Tower ; Interior ; Inter- esting Relics ; The Hamlet of FIRBY : Snape CHAPTER XX . - Continued . PAGE . Castle ; vii .
Strana 1
... tower and tapering spire , rising out of the distant trees , their foundations dating back to the days of the Anglo kings . After passing rural Cowthorpe , where shadows cast from that aged tree have marked the passing of centuries , we ...
... tower and tapering spire , rising out of the distant trees , their foundations dating back to the days of the Anglo kings . After passing rural Cowthorpe , where shadows cast from that aged tree have marked the passing of centuries , we ...
Strana 5
... tower of Tanfield Church , once the home of the redoubtable Marmions , famous in the annals of Scottish warfare . But we must hasten on past Norton Conyers to Ripon , with its long record of ecclesiastical and civic dignity , and its ...
... tower of Tanfield Church , once the home of the redoubtable Marmions , famous in the annals of Scottish warfare . But we must hasten on past Norton Conyers to Ripon , with its long record of ecclesiastical and civic dignity , and its ...
Strana 10
... towers like a giant above his people , and his words and deeds shine out with a brilliant lustre across the gulf of eighteen centuries . See the kingly bearing of the noble prisoner , as he is led captive through the streets of imperial ...
... towers like a giant above his people , and his words and deeds shine out with a brilliant lustre across the gulf of eighteen centuries . See the kingly bearing of the noble prisoner , as he is led captive through the streets of imperial ...
Strana 11
... towers , By us unwished , unreft , Her homely huts and woodland bowers To Britain might have left ; Worthless to you their wealth must be , But dear to us , for they are free ! " I might have bowed before , but where Had been thy ...
... towers , By us unwished , unreft , Her homely huts and woodland bowers To Britain might have left ; Worthless to you their wealth must be , But dear to us , for they are free ! " I might have bowed before , but where Had been thy ...
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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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