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 1J.R. Smith, 1843 |
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... Playing for Geese , a custom in Northumberland An Account of Earl Moray's Capture at Newcastle Conyers of Sockburn in the county of Durham A Tradition of Bothal Castle ... An Account of a work entituled the Mirror of Magistrates ' Meg ...
... Playing for Geese , a custom in Northumberland An Account of Earl Moray's Capture at Newcastle Conyers of Sockburn in the county of Durham A Tradition of Bothal Castle ... An Account of a work entituled the Mirror of Magistrates ' Meg ...
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... play for a brief period , he watched an opportunity , and catching in his hilt the point of Wid- drington's weapon , by a sudden jerk , wrenched it from his grasp , throwing it behind him to a distance of nearly twenty yards . The ...
... play for a brief period , he watched an opportunity , and catching in his hilt the point of Wid- drington's weapon , by a sudden jerk , wrenched it from his grasp , throwing it behind him to a distance of nearly twenty yards . The ...
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... play , And the mist clung to the hill . ] They dug his grave but a bare foot deep , By the edge of the Ninestone Burn , And they covered him [ o'er with the heather - flower , ] The moss and the [ Lady ] fern . A Gray Friar staid upon ...
... play , And the mist clung to the hill . ] They dug his grave but a bare foot deep , By the edge of the Ninestone Burn , And they covered him [ o'er with the heather - flower , ] The moss and the [ Lady ] fern . A Gray Friar staid upon ...
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... play'd pa ! His life and his keys at anes they hae ta'en , And cast the body ahint the wa ' . C Now sune they reach Newcastle jail , And to the prisoner thus they call ; " Sleeps thou , wakes thou , Jock o ' the Side , Or art thou weary ...
... play'd pa ! His life and his keys at anes they hae ta'en , And cast the body ahint the wa ' . C Now sune they reach Newcastle jail , And to the prisoner thus they call ; " Sleeps thou , wakes thou , Jock o ' the Side , Or art thou weary ...
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... played a trick . To an old woman , gathering sticks by the hedge - side , he would sometimes appear like a fad , or truss of straw , lying in the road . This the old dame was generally tempted to take possession of ; but , in carrying ...
... played a trick . To an old woman , gathering sticks by the hedge - side , he would sometimes appear like a fad , or truss of straw , lying in the road . This the old dame was generally tempted to take possession of ; but , in carrying ...
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amongst ancient appear ballad BERWICK-UPON-TWEED bishop bonny Border brave bull called castle Cheviot church Conyers Coquetdale death Douglas Durham earl of Northumberland Ebchester Elsdon England English Erle eyes Fair Flower Fair Lady Farewell father Fawdon fear fell Flower of Northumberland Follow my love frae friends gallant gentleman ground gude Hall hand hath head Headless Cross heart Hedley Kow Henry Hexham hill honour horse Houghton-le-Spring Jock John king lady Laird's land leeue deere childe Liddesdale Lord miles Miserere morning Morpeth ne'er neighbours never Newcastle night noble o'er observed Otterburne Percy person prisoner Queen Redesdale Robert Scotland Scots Scottish SCOTTISH BORDER shew side Sir Robert Kerr Sockburn spirit stone stood Sunderland bridge Surtees sword thee thing thou took town Tyne weel White's MSS wild young
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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.