An Account of the Ancient Town of Frodsham in CheshirePearse, 1881 - 272 pages |
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An Account of the Ancient Town of Frodsham: In Cheshire (Classic Reprint) William Beamont No preview available - 2018 |
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abbey abbot and convent afterwards amongst ancient appointed August bailiff became Bishop borough bridge called chapel Ches Cheshire Records Chet Christ Church command county of Chester court crown daughter Dean and Chapter death Delamere died Duke Earl of Chester Earl Randle Earl Rivers Earl's earldom of Chester Edward Edward III Elizabeth England esquire estates father forest Frodsham Books Frodsham Castle gave granted Halton heir held Helsby Helsby's Henry VII Hist honour Hugh hundred of Edisbury inquisition issued July June King Henry King's Kingsley knight Lady Lancashire lands late vicar licence lordship of Frodsham Macclesfield Manley manor of Frodsham married neighbourhood Ormerod pardon parish Parliament persons present probably Queen reign repair Richard Richard II Robert Rock Savage Roger Rutter Saint seneschal Sir John Savage throne tithes took Torfote Vale Royal vicar vicar of Frodsham Viscount Savage Warrington wife William
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Page 137 - He nothing common did, or mean, Upon that memorable scene, But with his keener eye The axe's edge did try ; Nor called the gods with vulgar spite To vindicate his helpless right, But bowed his comely head Down, as upon a bed.
Page 81 - I - that am curtailed of this fair proportion, Cheated of feature by dissembling nature, Deformed, unfinished, sent before my time Into this breathing world scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me as I halt by them...
Page 166 - The robin and the blue-bird, piping loud, Filled all the blossoming orchards with their glee; The sparrows chirped as if they still were proud Their race in Holy Writ should mentioned be ; And hungry crows assembled in a crowd, Clamored their piteous prayer incessantly, Knowing who hears the ravens cry, and said : " Give us, O Lord, this day our daily bread...
Page 96 - Pleading so wisely in excuse of it. Come hither, Harry, sit thou by my bed ; And hear, I think, the very latest counsel That ever I shall breathe. Heaven knows, my son By what by-paths, and indirect crook'd ways, I met this crown ; and I myself know well, How troublesome it sat upon my head...
Page 71 - Why form'd no weaker, blinder, and no less? Ask of thy mother earth, why oaks are made Taller or stronger than the weeds they shade? Or ask of yonder argent fields above, Why Jove's satellites are less than Jove?
Page 191 - ... as great a weight of iron as he could bear, and more : that he have no sustenance, save only, on the first day, three morsels of the worst bread ; and, on the second day, three draughts of standing water, that should be nearest to the prison door ; and in this situation this should be alternately his daily diet, till he died, or (as anciently the judgment ran) till he answered...
Page 79 - With that grim ferryman which poets write of, Unto the kingdom of perpetual night. The first that there did greet my stranger soul, Was my great father-in-law, renowned Warwick ; Who cried aloud, 'What scourge for perjury Can this dark monarchy afford false Clarence?
Page 69 - God knows, my son, By what by-paths and indirect crook'd ways I met this crown ; and I myself know well How troublesome it sat upon my head. To thee it shall descend with better quiet, Better opinion, better confirmation ; For all the soil of the achievement goes With me into the earth.
Page 81 - Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace, Have no delight to pass away the time, Unless to spy my shadow in the sun, And descant on mine own deformity: And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover, To entertain these fair well-spoken days, I am determined to prove a villain, And hate the idle pleasures of these days.
Page 109 - And thus still doing, thus he pass'd along. Duch. Alas, poor Richard ! where rides he the while ? York. As, in a theatre, the eyes of men, After a well-graced actor leaves the stage, Are idly bent on him that enters next, Thinking his prattle to be tedious ; Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes Did scowl on Richard; no man cried, God save him...