Tales and sketches of Lancashire life

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J. Heywood, 1862

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Página 172 - Her brow is like the snowdrift, Her throat is like the swan, Her face it is the fairest That e'er the sun shone on.
Página 178 - ... seeing that they were each and all in their proper places, proceeded with the marriage ceremony. " Howd up thi yed, Jammie," said Ned-i'th'-Ginnel, observing that the individual addressed appeared to be contemplating his waistcoat buttons. " I require and charge you both," proceeded the clergyman, " that if either of yon know any impediment why ye may not be joined together in matrimony, ye do now confess it." " I WILL," responded Owd Linderinbant, in a voice that put aside all chances of mistaking...
Página 170 - Twas to list to the chimes of the Waverlow bells. " How sweet," said old Jammie, " How sweet on the ear Comes the ding-donging sound of yon curfew, my dear ! " But old Ailse ne'er replies — for her bosom now swells— Oh, she loved in her childhood those Waverlow bells !
Página 170 - Thou remember'st," said Jammie, " the night we first met, Near the Abbey Field gate — the old gate is there yet — When we roamed in the moonlight, o'er fields and through dells, And our hearts beat along with the Waverlow bells. " And then that wakes morning, so early at church, When I led thee, a bride, through the old ivy porch, And our new home we made where the curate now dwells, And we danced to the music of Waverlow bells. "And when that wakes morning came round the next year, How we bore...
Página 88 - THE judgment was at hand. Before the sun Gathered tempestuous clouds, which, blackening, spread Until their blended masses overwhelmed The hemisphere of day : and adding gloom To night's dark empire, swift from zone to zone Swept the vast shadow, swallowing up all light, And covering the encircling firmament As with a mighty pall ! Low in the dust Bowed the affrighted nations, worshipping.
Página 138 - Jack ! he's takken his reed an' geers in lung sin'." ''How?" " He's— deead ! " '» " Indeed ! poor fellow ! " " Ay, that winter ut things wurn so bad bent him deawn like a \vindle, an' he never hove up his yed agen. Aw're soory for th' owd lad, bo' aw could no
Página 170 - Field gate—the old gate is there yet— When we roamed in the moonlight, o'er fields and through dells, And our hearts beat along with the Waverlow bells. " And then that wakes morning, so early at church, When I led thee, a bride, through the old ivy porch, And our new home we made where the curate now dwells, And we danced to the music of Waverlow bells. " And when that wakes morning came round the next year, How we bore a sweet child to the christening font there ; But our joy-peals soon changed...
Página 23 - A quart o' this o' th' top ov a beefstake 'ud mak' a chap's ribs feel do'some [healthy], would nor it ? Well, here 's luck ! That 's what aw co' milk o' paradise, or natyer's pap. Yo' may seawk at it till yo're blynt, an' ne'er be satisfied. Wur eawr Sally crause ? Bo' aw no 'casion t 'ax that if hur tung wur no
Página 85 - The wakes — the wakes — the jocund wakes! My wand'ring memory forsakes The present busy scene of things, And soars away on fancy's wings, For olden times, with garlands crown'd, And rush-carts green on many a mound...

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