The local historian's table book, of remarkable occurrences, historical facts, traditions, legendary and descriptive ballads [&c.] connected with the counties of Newcastle-upon-Tyne, Northumberland and Durham. Legendary division, المجلد 1

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الصفحة 99 - In thoughts from the visions of the night, when deep sleep falleth on men, fear came upon me, and trembling, which made all my bones to shake. Then a spirit passed before my face ; the hair of my flesh stood up...
الصفحة 262 - The manner of the carriage is by laying rails of timber from the colliery down to the river, exactly straight and parallel; and bulky carts are made with four rowlets fitting these rails ; whereby the carriage is so easy that one horse will draw down four or five chaldron of coals, and is an immense benefit to the coal merchants.
الصفحة 339 - He had a patient lying at death's door, Some three miles from the town, it might be four ; To whom, one evening, Bolus sent an article, In pharmacy that's called cathartical ; And, on the label of the stuff, He wrote this verse, Which one would think was clear enough And terse: — ' When taken, To be well shaken.
الصفحة 223 - And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell, Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew, Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.
الصفحة 287 - And at evening let them return; and let them make a noise like a dog, and go round about the city.
الصفحة 157 - The spear-strewn path to Fame's abode, Encircled with a sanguine flood ; And thought I heard the mingling hum, When, croaking hoarse, the birds of carrion come Afar, on rustling wing, to feast on English blood. Rude Border Chiefs, of mighty name, And iron soul, who sternly tore The blossoms from the tree of fame, And purpled deep their tints with gore...
الصفحة 182 - The young and tender stalk Ne'er bends when we do walk : Yet in the morning may be seen Where we the night before have been.
الصفحة 182 - Hand in hand let's dance around, For this place is fairy ground. When mortals are at rest And snoring in their nest, Unheard and unespy'd, Through key-holes we do glide; Over tables, stools, and shelves, We trip it with our fairy elves.
الصفحة 182 - Pearly drops of dew we drink, In acorn cups, fill'd to the brink.
الصفحة 13 - As they pass'd the Chapel Garth. They buried him at the mirk midnight, When the dew fell cold and still, When the aspin gray forgot to play, And the mist clung to the hill. They dug his grave but a bare foot deep, By the edge of the Nine-Stane Burn, And they cover'd him o'er with the heatherflower, The moss, and the lady fern. A gray friar staid upon the grave, And sang till the morning tide, And a friar shall sing for Barthram's soul, While the Headless Cross shall bide.

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