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 32
... castle wall marks the home of a Bruce ; a tiny village still preserving the name of the Percys and the Lascelles ; other familiar spots speak of the Mowbrays , the Lacies , and of Alan the Breton , and many other noble names . Thus the ...
... castle wall marks the home of a Bruce ; a tiny village still preserving the name of the Percys and the Lascelles ; other familiar spots speak of the Mowbrays , the Lacies , and of Alan the Breton , and many other noble names . Thus the ...
Strana 42
... Castle of Knaresburgh , " in his Preface to that work , says : " The most interesting as well as the most important epoch in the Civil War was that which com- menced with the arrival of the Scots on the banks of the Ouse , culminated in ...
... Castle of Knaresburgh , " in his Preface to that work , says : " The most interesting as well as the most important epoch in the Civil War was that which com- menced with the arrival of the Scots on the banks of the Ouse , culminated in ...
Strana 45
... Castle of Knaresborough , " by Richard Abbay , F.R.A.S. The flight and chase is fully described in the above work , from the battlefield , where the royalist's steed has been wounded , thence through Tock with's silent streets , " Where ...
... Castle of Knaresborough , " by Richard Abbay , F.R.A.S. The flight and chase is fully described in the above work , from the battlefield , where the royalist's steed has been wounded , thence through Tock with's silent streets , " Where ...
Strana 46
... whispers low The trampling in the vale below ; Spelling , with shrewd , attentive ear , The flight that ever drew more near , ' The Castle of Knaresburgh , " pp . 211 to 215 . Seized on the ponderous nether bar , And bade his. 46.
... whispers low The trampling in the vale below ; Spelling , with shrewd , attentive ear , The flight that ever drew more near , ' The Castle of Knaresburgh , " pp . 211 to 215 . Seized on the ponderous nether bar , And bade his. 46.
Strana 47
... castle court . Nor aught too soon , the Roundhead chase Has swept through street and market - place , Has seen the gate half open flung , And fiercely to the passage sprung , And gained the bridge's crown ; E'en Dayrell's giant strength ...
... castle court . Nor aught too soon , the Roundhead chase Has swept through street and market - place , Has seen the gate half open flung , And fiercely to the passage sprung , And gained the bridge's crown ; E'en Dayrell's giant strength ...
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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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Strana 45 - Knaresborough, where she heard of her husband's fate, and came upon the field the next morning in order to search for his body, while the attendants of the camp were stripping and burying the dead. Here she was accosted by a general officer, to whom she told her melancholy story. He heard her with great tenderness, but earnestly desired her to leave a place where, besides the distress of witnessing such a scene, she might probably be insulted.
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