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acres Admitted aforesaid aged Agnes ancient Anne April August Austwicke bapt Bapta baptized Bingley Bolton Bradford Brigg buriall buried called Calversike hill Candlemas Castle Chapel Church Clayton County of York cross death December Dewsbury died Earl East Ardsley Edward Elizabeth feet Fylfot George Glapwell ground Halifax Hall Hannah Heckmondwike Henry Henry Jenkins Honley Horton Hull iiijd iiijs iijs Ilkley James Janry January Joseph July June Kighley Kildwick King Kipping Kirklees land late Leeds lived London Lord Manor March Margret Martinmas Mary May-day Maye Mirfield month night November October p'ish of Kighley p'ish of Kildwick parish persons Pontefract Register Richard Robert Robt Sandhutton Sarah Saxton sermon Sheffield Sherburn Silsden Skipton Smith Steeton stone thee Thomas Thomas Brigg Thos thou town verses Vicar village Wakefield wife William Willm wood Wordsworth Yorkshire
Page 105 - Lay me a green sod under my head, And another at my feet;* And lay my bent bow by my side, Which was my music sweet; And make my grave of gravel and green, Which is most right and meet.
Page 153 - Old King Cole Was a merry old soul, And a merry old soul was he; He called for his pipe, And he called for his bowl, And he called for his fiddlers three!
Page 158 - Little Jack Horner Sat in a corner Eating a Christmas pie; He put in his thumb, And pulled out a plum, And said, "What a good boy am I!
Page 97 - One for sorrow, Two for mirth, Three for a wedding, Four for a birth.
Page 231 - And how, of thousand snakes, each one Was changed into a coil of stone, When holy Hilda prayed ; Themselves, within their holy bound, Their stony folds had often found. They told, how sea-fowls...
Page 28 - We are not daily beggars, That beg from door to door ¡ But we are neighbours' children, Whom you have seen before.
Page 166 - Ah ! sweetly they slumber, nor hope, love, nor fear, — Peace, peace is the watchword, the only one here ! Unto Death, to whom monarchs must bow ? Ah, no ! for his empire is known, And here there are trophies enow ! Beneath — the cold dead, and around — the dark stone, Are the signs of a scepter that none may disown.
Page 209 - IN ancient times, as story tells, The saints would often leave their cells, And stroll about but hide their quality To try good people's hospitality. It...