The Old Hall, Or, Our Hearth and Homestead, Volume 1T.C. Newby, 1845 |
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... hours when joy floated above joy , and life was , indeed , but a laughing holyday . In a wide and lofty room - it had once been a banquet hall for steel - clad knights and barons -with huge black rafters stretching across the roof , and ...
... hours when joy floated above joy , and life was , indeed , but a laughing holyday . In a wide and lofty room - it had once been a banquet hall for steel - clad knights and barons -with huge black rafters stretching across the roof , and ...
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... hours in , yet they bore as fresh and as green leaves , and flapped and fanned them in the summer wind as cheerily , and defied the angry winter blast as bravely , as their more sound and solid companions . Clumps , too , of thick dark ...
... hours in , yet they bore as fresh and as green leaves , and flapped and fanned them in the summer wind as cheerily , and defied the angry winter blast as bravely , as their more sound and solid companions . Clumps , too , of thick dark ...
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... hour . On went the dance and round passed the glass , and the song echoed among the dusty cobwebbed rafters until they rang again . " That's right , my lads and lasses , ” cried the Squire , as he sat in a quaintly - carved arm chair ...
... hour . On went the dance and round passed the glass , and the song echoed among the dusty cobwebbed rafters until they rang again . " That's right , my lads and lasses , ” cried the Squire , as he sat in a quaintly - carved arm chair ...
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... keen , nipping wind had been pelting it for some hours , and then it deepened to the purple co- lour of a very ripe mulberry . His mouth , from continued stretching and being unintermittingly screwed up at the angles 12 THE OLD HALL .
... keen , nipping wind had been pelting it for some hours , and then it deepened to the purple co- lour of a very ripe mulberry . His mouth , from continued stretching and being unintermittingly screwed up at the angles 12 THE OLD HALL .
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... to pay him a visit , above thirty years ago , he remained from that day to the present , without the remotest idea of changing his quarters . It should be stated , however , that if , from the hour of his 14 THE OLD HALL .
... to pay him a visit , above thirty years ago , he remained from that day to the present , without the remotest idea of changing his quarters . It should be stated , however , that if , from the hour of his 14 THE OLD HALL .
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Página 45 - True, I talk of dreams ; Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy ; Which is as thin of substance as the air ; And more inconstant than the wind...
Página 189 - Let me play the Fool: With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come ; And let my liver rather heat with wine, Than my heart cool with mortifying groans. Why should a man, whose blood is warm within, Sit like his grandsire cut in alabaster?
Página 270 - O gentle Sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down. And steep my senses in forgetfulness...
Página 1 - It faded on the crowing of the cock. Some say that ever 'gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, The bird of dawning singeth all night long...
Página 243 - When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit, tu-who, A merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Página 3 - England, with all thy faults, I love thee still — My country ! and, while yet a nook is left Where English minds and manners may be found, Shall be constrain'd to love thee.
Página 179 - ... minute by minute, hour by hour, day by day, week by week, month by month, year by year...
Página 134 - I am not saying we ought to tell the veteran what he ought to do, or what he ought not to do...
Página 223 - ... faded, of scenes of former times ; yet that in which the Squire and John Hardy were ensconced, on the shortest day of the year, did not lack a comfortable...
Página 8 - ... the crumbling hand of time, and the ravages of tempests and the storms of ages. A dried fosse surrounded the building, on the banks of which many a garden flower grew, and tall elms now towered from the very bed ; convincing proof that it must have been a long time ago since it had been applied for the...