A Handbook for Travellers in Wiltshire, Dorsetshire, and Somersetshire

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J. Murray, 1859 - Dorset (England) - 272 pages

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Page 53 - But who am I, and what is my people, that we should be able to offer so willingly after this sort ? for all things come of thee, and of thine own have we given thee.
Page 214 - Therefore this work is necessarily ill drawn, and deficient in principle, and much of the sculpture is rude and severe; yet, in parts, there is a beautiful simplicity, an irresistible sentiment, and sometimes a grace, excelling more modern productions.
Page 41 - Taught mid thy massy maze their mystic lore : Or Danish chiefs, enrich'd with savage spoil, To victory's idol vast, an unhewn shrine, Rear'd the rude heap, or in thy hallow'd ground Repose the kings of Brutus...
Page 221 - ... the end of the 14th, or the beginning of the 15th century.
Page 27 - Every body who travelled that road was amazed by the number of his attendants. Footmen and grooms, dressed in his family livery, filled the whole inn, though one of the largest in England, and swarmed in the streets of the little town. The truth was, that the invalid had insisted that, during his stay, all the waiters and stable-boys of the Castle should wear his livery.
Page 203 - Church discipline, for patching kettle: No sow-gelder did blow his horn To geld a cat, but cry'd Reform. ; . , The oyster-women lock'd their fish up, And trudg'd away, to cry, No Bishop.
Page 64 - ... of Ruth Pierce the sum which was wanting to make good the amount. Ruth Pierce protested that she had paid her share, and said, 'She wished she might drop down dead if she had not.' She rashly repeated this awful wish ; when, to the consternation and terror of the surrounding multitude, she instantly fell down and expired, having the money concealed in her hand.
Page 188 - Low was our pretty Cot : our tallest rose Peep'd at the chamber-window. We could hear At silent noon, and eve, and early morn, The sea's faint murmur. In the open air Our myrtles...
Page 174 - ... variety of iron instruments, and utensils of all kinds. " At Bristol see the Hot-well; St. George's Cave, where the Bristol diamonds are found; Ratcliff Church; and at Kingwood the coalpits. Taste there Milford oysters, marrowpuddings, cock-ale, metheglin, white and red muggets, elvers, sherry, sack, (which, with sugar, is called Bristol milk;) and some other wines, which, perhaps, you will not drink so good at London, " At Glocester observe the whispering place in the Cathedral.
Page 196 - Heaven, he erected a monastery on this spot, and endowed it with all the lands contained in the Isle of Athelney. To perpetuate the...

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