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id: 35933
type: EVENT
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  Bay --A Trespass--Alum Works--Waterfalls--Bay Town--Manners and Customs of the Natives--Coal Trade--


id: 17472
type: WORK_OF_ART
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  a Weaving Shed Uncle Ben The New Year''s Resolve The Old Bachelor''s Story Aght o'' Wark Another Babby


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id: 19470
author: Hartley, John
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  Aw wish shoo wor teed raand thi neck! Aw know shoo''d think aw wor a fooil, Like me, shoo taks things as they come, All shoo wanted wor some little nook snug an warm When tha comes throo thi wark of a neet. Thee poor thing,--aw like to watch thi. Ther wor nooan sich like things i'' thi gronfayther''s days. It wor noa sin to blush i'' thi gronfayther''s days, Ther wor honest men lived i'' thi gronfayther''s days. Tho'' mich shoo feear''d ther wod, Tho'' mich shoo feear''d ther wod, Ther wor noa slain to hug away, An as fine a young fella tha wor, as ivver aw met i'' mi life; An tho we nah are like tha wor then, But shoo wor like th'' rest,--false,--false in her heart; Shoo shows ''em ther faults, an points aght th'' best way, Shoo wor th'' hooap an pride o'' ther life,

title:
  Yorkshire Lyrics Poems written in the Dialect as Spoken in the West Riding of Yorkshire. To which are added a Selection of Fugitive Verses not in the Dialect


id: 17396
title: The Secret Garden
author: Burnett, Frances Hodgson
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  Mary knew the fair young man who looked like a boy. Mary had liked to look at her mother from a distance and she had thought Mary said nothing at all, and Mrs. Medlock looked rather discomfited by "I shall not want to go poking about," said sour little Mary; and just "It tastes nice to-day," said Mary, feeling a little surprised herself. "Hasn''t tha'' got good sense?" she said once, when Mary had stood waiting "He wouldn''t like me," said Mary in her stiff, cold little way. "Put on tha'' things and run an'' skip out o'' doors," said Martha. "I was working in the garden with Dickon," said Mary. "I shouldn''t mind Dickon looking at me," said Colin; "I want to see "Mary," said Colin, turning to her, "what is that thing you say in India "You are so like her now," said Mary, "that sometimes I think perhaps


id: 17799
author: Hartley, John
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  Ther wor nooan sich like things i'' thi gronofayther''s days. Ther wor honest men lived i'' thi gronfayther''s days. "Nah, lass," he said, "aw think it''s abaat time for thee to come hooam." "Soa shoo went back wi'' him, an'' throo that time to this he''s allus luk''d far thi a bit." "Aw allus thowt tha war a gooid sooart, Jenny, an'' then tha willnt get dropt on," shoo sed.--"That, wor a bit o'' varry enuff, ther''d be a time when chaps ud ha nowt to do but think-but it''s spend owt withaat think in'' whether it wor for ther gooid or net, ther wor a young chap coom to yor haase to luk at thi mistress; an'' Sammy, "tha knows aw wor put abaat a bit, an'' it war all for th'' sake o'' thee." "Tha''ll tell me owt," shoo sed, "put th'' leet aat, an''

title:
  Yorkshire Ditties, Second Series To which is added The Cream of Wit and Humour from his Popular Writings


id: 18173
title: Tales of the Ridings
author: Moorman, F. W. (Frederic William)
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  "I''ve allus taen care that t'' moors hae bin cropped fair; thou reckons "Why," answered Pudsey, "shoo''ll happen hae bin t'' wife o'' a chap they "''Shoo''s made fowks i'' Cohen-eead that thrang wi'' wark they''ve no time Throp''s wife were noan baan to bed while shoo''d finished t'' bag. "''Throp,'' shoo said, ''we''ll noan be through wi t'' wark by midneet.'' "''I''m noan baan to work when t'' clock has struck twelve,'' Throp said storm at Cohen-eead the likes o'' which had niver bin seen theer afore. Fowks wakkened up an'' said ''twere Judgment Day, an'' T'' Man "Nay, Job," his wife replied, "but thou''ll be fain o'' a bit o'' rest when "''Nay,'' said Abe, ''thou''s i'' heaven.'' thou mean to tell me, Abe, that lads i'' heaven do t'' same sort o'' wark lasted i'' heaven, an'' he said: ''We work as lang as t'' inner voice tells


id: 17472
author: Hartley, John
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  An'' tho we nah are like tha wor then, Shoo said, ''God bless yo, little things!'' Solomon sed ther wor nowt new under th'' sun; an'' he owt to know if man to mak a fooil, but aw think ther''s enuff withaat makkin ony moor, whisperin varry lovinly together, when shoo tell''d him ther wor noa aat, an'' thinks aw, aw shouldn''t be capp''d if ther wor a dust here in as th'' maister an'' me, soa aw thowt varry likely they wor locals, or but does ta see ther wor a chap in it." Aw tell''d him he''d made a fayther thowt he''d show him off a bit, soa he said, "Jack a want thee Aw thowt he wor a long time abaat it, but in a bit he coom ther worn''t one i''th'' lot ''at knew; but one o'' th'' chaps said he

title:
  Yorkshire Ditties, First Series To Which Is Added The Cream Of Wit And Humour From His Popular Writings


id: 18176
title: Yorkshire Tales. Third Series Amusing sketches of Yorkshire Life in the Yorkshire Dialect
author: Hartley, John
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  owt abaat thi for onny woman to be praad on awm sewer aw dooant know "Nah, Sammywell," sed Mally, as sooin as they wor ready to set off, "Aw bith'' time shoo comes daan agean," an he put on his hat an went aght, "Noa ther hasn''t, an tha knows nubdy could ivver say such a thing abaat But ther''s nowt trubbles thee soa long as tha gets thi belly "Tha hasn''t been long," sed Mally, as shoo lukt at th'' hens, "an whear''s winder an saw what they wor tryin to do, soa shoo coom aght wi th'' long aght but it couldn''t, but ther wor noa way to get it but to goa in after thee if tha wants time to think abaat it,--but tell me,--is ther Ther wor a time when tha tuk a "Th'' chap aw bowt thee on, sed ther wor nowt like a


id: 18175
title: Yorksher Puddin'' A Collection of the Most Popular Dialect Stories from the Pen of John Hartley
author: Hartley, John
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  to me, talkin a gooid deal, an'' aw varry sooin fan aght ''at shoo wor tryin "Ther''ll nubby be freetened o'' thee lad, tha need''nt think," shoo says, mak fowk believe ''at he wor a varry cliver chap, an'' whoiver wanted owt ther wor a chap ''at used to come to awr haase ''at blew it mony a time." "If tha hadn''t sed ''at ther wor a K i'' Michael it would niver ha "Nay, aw dooant know what shoo sed, but ther wor a rare racket ith'' hoil "Awst nooan be freetened o'' thee if tha wor a boggard," shoo sed, "but Nah, tha knows, Nanny, it wor nivver my way to goa abaat pryin'' Jenny''s, but th'' door wor lockt, soa aw sed varry likely shoo''d be up that," shoo sed.'' An'' varry sooin ther wor a dish o'' booath befoor'' em, ''Aw tell thi it''s to neet, an'' it''s time tha wor thear nah.


id: 18260
title: More Tales of the Ridings
author: Moorman, F. W. (Frederic William)
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  said that Ned Bowker were his father, he gat a bit aisier in his mind; Doed had niver heerd sike-like afore; ''twere as though all "Nivver mind, lad, we''ve had a cappin'' time sin we set out on t'' march lashing wi'' rain, and I said to misen, I''ll keep Jerry i'' bed to-day. sure enough, but I''d niver set eyes on owt like it afore, nor thee "So the lad with the green eyes had carried away your house in the night "Sixpence is it," said Learoyd, "an'' what mak o'' man art thou that want A frightened look came into Mary''s eyes as she answered: "But that''ll be and the work of the farm-house was left in the hands of Mary Whittaker, passed a farm-house on the road Mary screamed out for help, but Learoyd bed, he held her hand for a moment and said: "Thou''s a gooid lass, Mary;


id: 4537
title: Sylvia''s Lovers — Complete
author: Gaskell, Elizabeth Cleghorn
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  ''Sylvia, how came you to know that girl?'' asked Philip, sternly. ''Oh, mother''s content,'' said Sylvia, a little doubting in her heart, ''Wheere''s feyther?'' said Sylvia, looking round the room for Daniel. ''I''ve been talking to Sylvia,'' said Philip, his head still full of ''But he said he''d come to us some night?'' asked Sylvia, half in a Sylvia went like fire; she turned to her mother to read her face. ''Good-night, Philip,'' said Bell Robson, thinking the conversation ''I don''t like Philip to speak to me so,'' said Sylvia, pouting. ''I wish yo'' wouldn''t talk so, Molly,'' said Sylvia; ''me and Philip is ''No,'' said Sylvia, in affright at Philip''s fierce look and ''But don''t think, mother,'' said Philip, his last words of Philip little knew how Sylvia''s time had been passed that day. ''Philip is hopeful,'' said Sylvia, raising her head and looking


id: 4534
title: Sylvia''s Lovers — Volume 1
author: Gaskell, Elizabeth Cleghorn
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  ''Mother said I''d better go to Foster''s,'' answered Sylvia, with a ''Sylvia, how came you to know that girl?'' asked Philip, sternly. ''Oh, mother''s content,'' said Sylvia, a little doubting in her heart, ''I came with Molly Corney,'' said Sylvia. But at the same moment Molly took hold of Sylvia''s hand, and said-''Folk say William Coulson looks sweet on Hester Rose,'' said Molly, ''Wheere''s feyther?'' said Sylvia, looking round the room for Daniel. ''I''ve been talking to Sylvia,'' said Philip, his head still full of ''But he said he''d come to us some night?'' asked Sylvia, half in a Sylvia went like fire; she turned to her mother to read her face. ''Good-night, Philip,'' said Bell Robson, thinking the conversation ''I don''t like Philip to speak to me so,'' said Sylvia, pouting. ''I wish yo'' wouldn''t talk so, Molly,'' said Sylvia; ''me and Philip is


id: 4535
title: Sylvia''s Lovers — Volume 2
author: Gaskell, Elizabeth Cleghorn
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  Philip little knew how Sylvia''s time had been passed that day. ''Many a time,'' said Sylvia, smiling a little. ''I wish next time was to come now,'' said Kinraid; but she had ''Sylvia!'' said her mother, ''who''s yonder?'' Bell was sitting up in doubting and envying Philip, as niver did thee an ill turn, or said ''Maybe yo''ll speak a word for him, mother,'' said Philip, annoyed at ''Oh, Philip, would yo''?'' said Sylvia, turning round. ''I''m sure Philip would ha'' wished yo'' for to take it,'' said Sylvia, Sylvia, too, bade Philip good-night, and his look followed ''Philip is hopeful,'' said Sylvia, raising her head and looking ''I''ll go wi'' thee,'' said Sylvia, feeling all the time the ''Why, Kester: why didst niver come to speak to us?'' said Sylvia, ''I think I''m going to marry Philip,'' said Sylvia, in so low a tone,


id: 4536
title: Sylvia''s Lovers — Volume 3
author: Gaskell, Elizabeth Cleghorn
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  chance word or two from Sylvia showed Philip that she had noticed ''Now, Sylvia Hepburn,'' said Jeremiah, ''I''ve known thy husband long, ''Philip,'' said Sylvia, one night, as he sate as still as a mouse in ''I got it for thee,'' said Philip, a little disappointed. ''Nay, Philip,'' said Hester, ''thou''s sadly tired; just take this cup ''Philip been complaining of me, and to mother!'' said Sylvia, ready ''No!'' said Hester, ''thy mother has taken it a little too strong; he ''Philip,'' she said, ''this is Kinraid come back again to wed me. ''Poor little one!'' said he, ''thy mother had need love thee, for Philip went away, nor Jeremiah Foster, who had learnt from Sylvia Hester tried to do all she could for Sylvia; Philip had told her to ''An'' she come to see thee?'' said Kester, cocking his eye at Sylvia ''And his wife--Sylvia?'' said Hester.


id: 2888
title: Yorkshire Dialect Poems (1673-1915) and traditional poems
author: Moorman, F. W. (Frederic William)
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  In one sense it may be said that Yorkshire dialect poetry dates, not from Yorkshire Dialogue in Yorkshire Dialect; Between an Awd Wife, a Lass, and In the year 1800 the composition of Yorkshire dialect poetry received an the well-thumbed chap-books wherein were included poems like "Awd Daisy," Yorkshire dialect poets of the towns and cities have interpreted the life Yorkshire dialect poetry up to the present time; let us hope that it is Character, Folklore, and Customs of the North Riding of Yorkshire, Mr. Blakeborough has brought together a number of traditional songs and A Yorkshire Dialogue between an awd Wife a Lass and a butcher. A Yorkshire Dialogue between an awd Wife a Lass and a butcher. Says he, "Noo, lad, tak off thy hat." I ken thee weel, I knaw thy ways, Bud noo thoo cooms wi'' all thy weight, Shoo thinks of nane bud you at the milkin''-time;


id: 10795
title: Yorkshire—Coast and Moorland Scenes
author: Home, Gordon
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  A Wide Expanse of Heather seen from Great Ayton Moor The ancient stone-built town of Pickering is to a great extent the the meeting-place of the four great roads running north, south, east, cottages which arose became known afterwards as East Row. A very little way inland is the village of Dunsley, which may have been village cross-roads, now overlooked by a new stone house. castle, and come out on to the road close to Lythe Church, where a great beck forms an island in the village, and the old stone cottages, bright The men of Staithes are known up and down the east coast of Great old, and this great trouble decided him to move to Whitby; for in 1629 benefiting the aged folk of his town, Sir Hugh took great pains to Sir Hugh Cholmley also built a market-house for the town, and removed


id: 9973
title: Yorkshire
author: Home, Gordon
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  The ancient stone-built town of Pickering is to a great extent the the meeting-place of the four great roads running north, south, east, road stood an old grey house, whose appearance that gloomy evening well walls and towers of the old Norman castle the views over the ravines on castle, and come out on to the road close to Lythe Church, where a At high tide the sea comes half-way up the steep opening named Fyling Hall, after Sir Hugh Cholmley''s old house, half-way to building of the stately abbey church, whose ruins are now to be seen, church and the old roofs appear, is spanned by a great stone viaduct. stands a great mass of buildings with two large round towers just in church standing among trees where the road bends, its tower and spire come to Hornsea, an old-fashioned little town standing between the sea


id: 35933
title: A Month in Yorkshire
author: White, Walter
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  --The Spa--The Old Town--The Harbour--The Castle Rock--The Ancient Staithes--A curious Fishing-town--The Black Minstrels--A closeneaved Crowd--The Cod and Lobster--Houses washed away--Queer Horse versus Scenery--Talk by the Way--Little Wit, muckle Work-In the good old times, when the neighbouring villagers had any cause of there, each on her manor, in the good old times, began to build a church Beyond the church, one of the old town gates, a heavy stone arch, however, a good, respectable look about the streets of the Old Town, and so steep is the hill, was above Bay Town, and looking on the view place consists in the broad, flat shore, and, looking back along the way I made a cut-off, and came upon the road half way up the hill, leaving A little way below the house, going down the narrow dale, you come to time for a look at Feversham House, about half a mile distant, nor for a


id: 35393
title: The Revellers
author: Tracy, Louis
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  "Oah, it''s you, is it, Mr. Pickerin''?" said Bolland, and Martin''s quick But Mrs. Bolland had caught the flicker of amazement in Martin''s eye and "John thinks te mak'' him a minister," said Mrs. Bolland with genial "She''s a queer little girl," said Mrs. Bolland, as Martin and she Mrs. Saumarez, leading Angèle by the hand, thought she would like to Mrs. Saumarez and Angèle returned to The Elms, but Martin had to forego Mrs. Bolland, drying her eyes, now that Martin had returned, noticed his "Angèle Saumarez came out without her mother," said Martin. "Martin," said the farmer gravely, "did ye surely hear Kitty Thwaites "You know Angèle Saumarez?" said the girl suddenly. "If she''s wi'' Martin, she''ll be all right," said Bolland. "But," questioned Elsie, "Martin Bolland said he heard her crying out afternoon, so Angèle, having said good-by to the colonel and Martin in


id: 37086
title: The Dales of Arcady
author: Ratcliffe, Dorothy Una
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  Her great grey eyes, like silent moorland tarns fringed with shadowy land, the line men call the River Amazon, and she watched the Designer sister, the youngest Goddess leapt above the little silvern stars, and When sad home-longings, like little waifs, In this land where Thy little rivers stray, The live-long day were singing, ''Tis the great god Pan that I seek to find Here, lad''s-love sigh their fragrant hearts away, Shall watch the little swallows fall Like tears down the face of the old grey wall. That the tree is a ship with flower-white sails, That the little white tree some day must die. And there''s a little singing beck that falls from heathered crest. And for Thy little birds that sing; "_Come, kiss me once, O timorous-hearted Love. I kiss your little white hands and feet: My loved little queen Gold Sun, I greet thee; do not hide thy face


id: 39432
title: The House ''Round the Corner
author: Tracy, Louis
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  Then, two years since, in this very month of June, Mrs. Garth and the girl drove into Nuttonby in their governess car, and went Neither Mrs. Garth nor Miss Marguérite have come near Elmdale Armathwaite looked into the girl''s troubled face and saw there a fear, a "Never mind Mrs. Jackson or her daughter," said Armathwaite placidly. "Well, sir, Mrs. Garth and Miss Meg went away, all of a sudden. and Miss Meg. Not that any blame could be laid to them, because Mr. Garth himself said so in a letter addressed ''To the Coroner,'' which was "You knew Mr. Garth, I suppose?" said Armathwaite, strolling towards the "Yes," said Armathwaite--"that is, if Miss Meg has not had her tea." "But," she said, "if you imply that my father may be the son of a Mrs. Ogilvey, that would mean that his name never was Garth." "Why, sir," said the old man simply, "if it''s the same Miss Meg as I


id: 40874
title: Wenderholme: A Story of Lancashire and Yorkshire
author: Hamerton, Philip Gilbert
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  "It would be a good thing," said Mrs. Ogden, with her slow and distinct Betty and little Jacob, Mrs. Ogden was placed upon the sofa, and Mr. Prigley went to fetch some brandy from the dining-room. receive little Jacob at the parsonage during Mrs. Ogden''s absence; but Milend there had been no news of a favorable or even hopeful kind, Mrs. Ogden was anxious to proceed to Twistle immediately, and Mr. Prigley had "Well, Mrs. Ogden," said the Doctor, "I''ve come wi'' bad news for you fortune, and Mrs. Stanburne''s natural liking for little Jacob was by no When little Jacob left with Mr. Prigley, Mrs. Stanburne was very kind to Jacob Ogden had bought a good deal of Colonel Stanburne''s fine old "We were coming to see Mrs. Ogden," said Lady Helena; "do you know if "I could so like to go to little Jacob weddin''," said Mrs. Ogden one day


id: 33043
title: Windyridge
author: Riley, W. (William)
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  by remaining seated with my head in my hands and that far-away look in "Mother Hubbard," I said, "you need not crumple your apron by turning "My dear young lady," he said, "I suppose you think that the devil is a thought so; but _I_ want the dear old Mother Hubbard of to-day; for, do "That is just like Barjona, love," Mother Hubbard whispered; "he has "Yes, love," said Mother Hubbard, but I doubt if she understood. for a hand-grasp and the look of love--longing, like the modern woman "Really, love," said Mother Hubbard, who was almost in tears at the "Yes, love," said Mother Hubbard, "perhaps she has the worse of the bit?" Then turning to the old man he said: "Go with this lady, Ted: go "D''ye think I''d ever live ''ere, an'' let a poor old man like Ted fend "I think I should like to go home," he said.


id: 40522
title: Yorkshire Family Romance
author: Ross, Frederick
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  disputants assembled in the great hall, the King taking his place on conversation, Paulinus placed his hand on the King''s head, and said, The time in which Sir William Scrope, K.G., Earl of Wiltes, and King "The summons from the King arrived a week ago," said Lord Clifford in second Earl of Northumberland, now sixty years of age, King Henry V. Henry VI." Sir William, his son, was knighted by "Lord Gloucester on the Ripley estates, whose son, Sir Henry Day is the present holder, The King, for he it was, then told his followers how Sir William had "Sir William Ingleby?" said the King. Sir William made a profound obeisance to the King, and from that time Sir John, his wife, and little son, left Eland Hall for church, taking When Sir John appeared over the gate, the King "Well, Sir John," said the King, "this act of yours is unparalleled,


id: 47386
title: Yorkshire Oddities, Incidents, and Strange Events
author: Baring-Gould, S. (Sabine)
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  One day, when only six years old, he saved the life of a little the son of a small farmer, whose house was near the old church. On Monday night the woman of the house went to the door to carry Friday." The old man at the same time looking the other way saw about day at the meet this young man said to Captain Bolton, "Let us quiz the we got to the old man''s house, we got in at the window, and we both went house, he told his wife he was afraid he had killed the old man; and his "Eh, Job!" said old Mary another day, "I think I''d like summut good to house, and passed on into the kitchen, where we found Mr. and Mrs. Nicholson seated by the little window which looks out upon the road. his coming, Mrs. Nicholson took care to pay a visit to the person who


id: 43910
title: The Danes in Lancashire and Yorkshire
author: Partington, S. W.
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  The presence of Danish place-names marks the district which they From the middle of the tenth century men bearing Anglo-Danish names Coming from the north-east another Norse and Danish settlement sprang work exist at places with Scandinavian names, such as Kirkby-Moorside, century old, "that in Cheshire there is a place called Brunburh near is derived from an old Norse word "hoop," for a small land-locked bay, Danish kingdom in England, we find the names of the following Jarls: coming of the Norse in 900 A.D. Some Anglian districts were refounded under Danish names, and became is Danish, Saxon, and English, three words meaning water. all place-names of Danish origin which provide many surnames in the The Norse place-names of Wirral prove that these lands were waste and Isle of Man, whose Bishops were men bearing Danish names, and therefore especially after the year 950, pure Danish or Scandinavian names begin


id: 44852
title: Yorkshire Battles
author: Lamplough, Edward
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  before the charges of the royal troops, when an arrow smote the King, the days of King Athelstan the famous battle of Brunanburgh was fought Harold King of Norway and Tosty the Earl slain, and numberless On the field of Senlac King William built the famous Battle Abbey, Robert, the eldest of King William''s sons, was passed over by his Early in his reign King John visited York, and held a convention, King Edward was not long in reaching Pontefract with his army; when King Edward directed his first essay in arms against the Scots, in the Duke of York, Thomas Neville, son of the Earl of Salisbury, Edward, Earl of March, Richard''s eldest son, was at Gloucester when Henry was deposed by the Yorkists, and the Earl of March declared King At York Edward executed the Earls of Devonshire and Ormond, Sir army; York was closely invested, its fall was imminent; and King


id: 46002
title: Motor tours in Yorkshire
author: Stawell, Rodolph, Mrs.
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  castle above it, the ancient church and the tombs of the great. Henry Slingsby in the parish church once formed the altar-top in St. Robert''s Chapel; others say it came from the Priory, and was raised Think of those thirteen monks, Prior Richard and his brethren from St. Mary''s at York, hungering for a more perfect fulfilment of their vows, came from Sir George Bowes'' house, near Barnard Castle; pewter vessels Three times this castle wall behind us has imprisoned a king. castle rock is one of the many places wherein King Arthur lies asleep Very little is left at Easby of the abbey church of St. Agatha, but the Soon after passing Lord Zetland''s place, Aske Hall, we drive through steep hill leads down into the little town, which lies on the northern the hill again to the high-road, and there before us, very far away,


id: 54121
title: Tom Pinder, Foundling: A Story of the Holmfirth Flood
author: Sykes, D. F. E.
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  thinks th'' poor lass ''ats dead an'' gone wer'' seeking Tom o'' Fairbanks. Tom flushed hotly, and said nothing: but that night a village lad with heads said, if Tinker didn''t know when he had a good man, the man knew "We don''t see much of you now-a-days, Miss Dorothy," said Lucy, smiling "Isn''t this th'' spot at Tom Pinder works at?" asked Jack. "There''s something I wanted to tell you, Miss Dorothy," said Tom, after "It is very good of him" said Tom and smiled as he thought of the day "I think it is," said Tom, stoutly, "a man can but do his best." "You must take it off my hands, Tom and Co.," said Redfearn. Sunday meetings at Co-op mill, and of Tom Pinder, who, folk said, spoke "Tom will never be _my_ lover, Dorothy," said Lucy, quietly. "It is," said Tom, but his eyes were on Dorothy''s beaming face.


id: 54030
title: Ben o'' Bill''s, the Luddite: A Yorkshire Tale
author: Walker, George Henry
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  My father and mother and Mary were set in the one pew whilst ''Siah and "I wonder you can speak civil to a man like yond," said George, when we "Yo''re to time, Ben," he said in a low voice as he grasped my hand. "Where''s Ben Walker?" I said, and then Mary found her voice. "And now, Ben Walker, give an account o'' thissen," said George, standing "It''s little of the ready comes my way now, Ben," he said. "Mr. Webster''s been talking, to us, Ben," said my father very gravely. ''Siah an'' me''ll see to Ben,'' said Soldier Jack, who wer'' knelt down bi "Tell George Mellor to come in here and show himself like, a man," cried "Aw tell yo'', Ben, Faith thought more of George Mellor''s little finger "It''s about George Mellor, yo know," said my father. "Yo''re good enough for the likes o'' them," said my mother, "an'' aw''m


id: 63476
title: A Man of the Moors
author: Sutcliffe, Halliwell
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  Griff Lomax had made his way in the world by this time, as the hill-men "Ay, but summat hes come to Gabriel sin'' th'' morning," said an old "And how do you like our wild country?" asked Griff, by way of making Griff knew that Kate and his mother had been friends for a long while Griff went to look up his friend the preacher on the following "_Foreigners_, Griff?" said the preacher, with a good, hearty laugh. But neither Griff nor the old lady of the Manor thought of coming she had said good-bye to Griff, and they had each gone their ways. Gradually she let the old life go its way; Griff came and went, muttered Joe. Griff went up to Strangeways, and took him roughly by the coat-collar. says Joe Strangeways---Come, Griff," he went on, with brutal "Well, mother?" said Griff, when Kate had left them.


