Category: Travel Writing
A merrier man, Within the limits of becoming mirth, I never spent an hour's talk withal: His eye begets occasion for his wit: For every object that the one doth catch, The other turns to a mirth-moving jest: Which his fair tongue (conceit's expositor) Delivers in such apt and...
The evening comes, and brings the dew along, The rodie welkin sheeneth to the eyne, Around the alestake minstrels sing the song, Young ivy round the door-post doth entwine; I la...
12. CHAPTER IV.After a good deal of pleasantry, Dennis got rid of his oysters; and, as the storm was still raging without, he called for a glass, just, as he said, "to keep the damp away from...
8. book I gather all this information, also describes an old farm-house,situated in a picturesque spot, in the higher part of Crumpsall, and pointed out as the dwelling in which Hugh Oldham, Bishop of Exeter, who founded the Manchester Grammar Schoo...
2. CHAPTER II.It was on a cold forenoon, early in the month of April, that I set off to see Urmston, in Flixton. The sky was gloomy, and the air chill; but the cold was bracing, and the time...
10. CHAPTER II.The wave shall flow o'er this lilye lea, And Penny Stone fearfu' flee: The Red Bank scar scud away dismay'd, When Englond's in jeopardie. --PENNY STONE: A TRADITION OF THE FYLDE.
11. CHAPTER III.The "million-fingered" rain was tapping at the kitchen window as I sat by "Owd England's" bright hearthstone one forenoon, hearkening to the wind that moaned outside like a thin...
4. CHAPTER IV.In sunshine and in shade, in wet and fair, Drooping or blithe of heart, as might befall: My best companions now the driving winds, And now the "trotting brooks" and whispering t...
6. CHAPTER VI.To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to d...
3. CHAPTER III.Leaving "Gamershaw," I "sceawrt eendway," as Collier says. Here I had the advantage of an intelligent companion, with a rich store of local anecdote in him. He was not a man inc...
5. CHAPTER V.Leaving the high-road at the place I had been told of, I went up an old lane, which soon led between a little fold of cottages. The first of these were old rude buildings of sto...
9. CHAPTER I.At the western edge of that quiet tract of Lancashire, called "The Fylde," lying between Wyre, Ribble, and the Irish Channel, the little wind-swept hamlet of Norbreck stands, ha...
1. CHAPTER I.A merrier man, Within the limits of becoming mirth, I never spent an hour's talk withal: His eye begets occasion for his wit: For every object that the one doth catch, The other...