History of Worksop: With Historical Descriptive and Discursive Sketches of Sherwood Forest and the Neighbourhood

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Longman, 1854 - Sherwood Forest - 336 pages
The physical boundries of Sherwood Forest extends into Nottinghamshire, Derbyshire and Yorkshire.

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Page 189 - The glories of our birth and state Are shadows, not substantial things; There is no armour against fate ; Death lays his icy hands on kings ; Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Page 278 - I have not loved the world, nor the world me ; I have not flatter'd its rank breath, nor bow'd To its idolatries a patient knee — Nor coin'd my cheek to smiles, — nor cried aloud in worship of an echo ; in the crowd They could not deem me one of such ; I stood Among them, but not of them...
Page 287 - I have not loved the world, nor the world me, But let us part fair foes; I do believe, Though I have found them not, that there may be Words which are things, hopes which will not deceive, And virtues which are merciful, nor weave Snares for the failing; I would also deem O'er others...
Page 249 - What sought they thus afar? Bright jewels of the mine? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war? — They sought a faith's pure shrine! Aye, call it holy ground, The soil where first they trod! They have left unstained what there they found — Freedom to worship God!
Page 289 - Had far outgrown his years, and to his eye There was but one beloved face on earth, And that was shining on him: he had look'd Upon it till it could not pass away; He had no breath, no.
Page 249 - The breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rock-bound coast, And the woods against a stormy sky Their giant branches tossed; And the heavy night hung dark The hills and waters o'er, When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore.
Page 75 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn Or busy housewife ply her evening care, No children run to lisp their sire's return Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Page 289 - The boy had fewer summers, but his heart Had far outgrown his years, and to his eye There was but one beloved face on earth...
Page 83 - This story shall the good man teach his son; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered, We few, we happy few, we band of brothers...
Page 295 - Alas !" exclaims he. with a sudden burst of feeling, " why do I say my ? Our union would have healed feuds in which blood had been shed by our fathers ; it would have joined lands broad and rich ; it would have joined at least one heart, and two persons not ill-matched in years — and — and — and — what has been the result ?" But enough of Annesley Hall and the poetical themes connected with it.

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