The Old Hall, Or, Our Hearth and Homestead, Volume 2T.C. Newby, 1845 |
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... fear , and conjecture : it made the heart glad and buoyant to witness that right merrie companie . " 66 And now " here they come , " resounded from all quarters . The first signal of the approach of the hounds was given by an urchin ...
... fear , and conjecture : it made the heart glad and buoyant to witness that right merrie companie . " 66 And now " here they come , " resounded from all quarters . The first signal of the approach of the hounds was given by an urchin ...
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... . 66 Gently , gentlemen , " said the Squire cor- rectingly ; " let them get well at him . " There was now a silence , which seemed to give a denial to the raised hopes of many . " I fear it was only a puppy's babble , 48 THE OLD HALL .
... . 66 Gently , gentlemen , " said the Squire cor- rectingly ; " let them get well at him . " There was now a silence , which seemed to give a denial to the raised hopes of many . " I fear it was only a puppy's babble , 48 THE OLD HALL .
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John Mills. " I fear it was only a puppy's babble , " said one in an under - tone . 66 Perhaps so , " replied a second ; " and still Jobs cheers to it . " " Have at him ! ” hallooed the huntsman . " Drag on him ! Wind him ! Hoik , hoik ...
John Mills. " I fear it was only a puppy's babble , " said one in an under - tone . 66 Perhaps so , " replied a second ; " and still Jobs cheers to it . " " Have at him ! ” hallooed the huntsman . " Drag on him ! Wind him ! Hoik , hoik ...
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... inclination , the squabby cob was urged along the lane after the fashion that a reluctant donkey may be seen to bear a burden in fear of a cudgelling from behind , which , although a familiar stimulant to his 56 THE OLD HALL .
... inclination , the squabby cob was urged along the lane after the fashion that a reluctant donkey may be seen to bear a burden in fear of a cudgelling from behind , which , although a familiar stimulant to his 56 THE OLD HALL .
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... It makes me feel spasmodic to observe long , flute - like features , with deep - cut wrinkles in them , " continued he ; " I can't bear the sight . " " There's no fear of your feelings being har- rowed 112 THE OLD HALL .
... It makes me feel spasmodic to observe long , flute - like features , with deep - cut wrinkles in them , " continued he ; " I can't bear the sight . " " There's no fear of your feelings being har- rowed 112 THE OLD HALL .
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added Mike asked the Squire bird bittern black grape blacksmith's Blossom brow cheeks chilblains companion continued dear doubt dropped earth earth-stopper's Edward Dixon ejaculated exclaimed John Hardy eyes feel fish gave give going hallooed hands Hardy's Harry head heard heels Hoik hope hounds huntsman husband James Sykes Job Sykes Job's landlord laugh Lion lips looked ma'am Mary matter Mike Crouch never Peter Parkins po-chay post-chaise rasher razor-grinder rector rejoined John rejoined Mike rejoined Peter rejoined the Squire remarked our hero repeated replied Job replied John replied Mike replied our hero replied the earth-stopper replied the Squire responded resumed returned John Hardy returned Mike returned Peter returned the Squire ring round scarcely skimmeting smile snipes squabby cob stood stream sure Sykes's There's thought tion Tobias Smith Toby tongue turned Velocipede voice Weston wheelbarrow wife young Squire
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Page 280 - When shepherds pipe on oaten straws And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men; for thus sings he, Cuckoo; Cuckoo, cuckoo: O word of fear, Unpleasing to a married ear!
Page 194 - But love, first learned in a lady's eyes, Lives not alone immured in the brain; But, with the motion of all elements, Courses as swift as thought in every power, And gives to every power a double power, Above their functions and their offices.
Page 301 - The gaudy, blabbing, and remorseful day Is crept into the bosom of the sea; And now loud-howling wolves arouse the jades That drag the tragic, melancholy night, Who with their drowsy, slow, and flagging wings Clip dead men's graves, and from their misty jaws Breathe foul, contagious darkness in the air.
Page 251 - Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. 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.
Page 51 - I must beg of you, sir, to be quiet. It is far from my wish to say any thing that might offend or wound the feelings of the humblest individual who joins my hounds, but I will not permit unsportsmanlike conduct to pass uncensured.
Page 51 - In a few minutes the hounds again pressed the unwilling fox from the thicket, and...
Page 282 - I'm sorry it should be my lot Ever to disoblige my gossip Trot: Yet 't'en't my fault; but so 'tis Fortune tries one, To make his meat become his neighbour's poison; And so we pray for winds upon this coast, By which on t'other navies may be lost. Therefore in patience rest, though I proceed: There's no ill-nature in the case, but need. Though for your use this water will not serve, I'd rather you should choak, than I should starve.
Page 282 - Lord, if you knew but how the people rail ! " They cannot boil, nor wash, nor rinse they say, " With water, sometimes ink, and sometimes whey, " According as you meet with mud or clay.
Page 76 - AT the entrance of Job Sykes's cottage, was one of those little rural arches composed of lattice work, over which honeysuckle and woodbine crept, and in the summer evenings this was a favourite spot for the huntsman to sit and smoke his well-loved pipe in, secure from the alloy to the pleasure of Mrs. Sykes's tongue.
Page 54 - I'll lift ye there or thereabouts if the run lasts till midnight." " No, no," rejoined the Squire smiling. " Go, my boy, ride and stick close to their sterns as you can, as you should, and as I love to see ye." Without further remark, our hero slackened his reins, and, leaning slightly forwards in his saddle, away his horse went like a bird on wing, and skimmed the ground so lightly, that he appeared not to touch it in his dainty tread. " Mike !" said John Hardy. " Sir," replied his attendant, lifting...