Sussex Gorse: The Story of a FightA.A. Knopf, 1916 - 462 sider |
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Side 6
... mäake out o ' Boarzell ? -nasty mess o ' marl and shards , no good to anyone as long as thistles äun't fashionable eating . " " I cud mäake something out of Boarzell . " At this his father burst into a huge fit of laughter , and Reuben ...
... mäake out o ' Boarzell ? -nasty mess o ' marl and shards , no good to anyone as long as thistles äun't fashionable eating . " " I cud mäake something out of Boarzell . " At this his father burst into a huge fit of laughter , and Reuben ...
Side 30
... mäake us all gurt people , and this a gurt farm . But you've got to help me , you and Harry . " " Wot d'you want us to do ? ' Well , first of all , we must save all the money we can , and not go drinking chocolate and French wine , and ...
... mäake us all gurt people , and this a gurt farm . But you've got to help me , you and Harry . " " Wot d'you want us to do ? ' Well , first of all , we must save all the money we can , and not go drinking chocolate and French wine , and ...
Side 38
... mäake anything out of it . But it's land I want - want to mäake myself a sort of landed praprietor " -a lie- " and raise the old farm up a bit . I'd like to have the whole of Boarzell . Reckon as Grandturzel ' ud sell me their bit soon ...
... mäake anything out of it . But it's land I want - want to mäake myself a sort of landed praprietor " -a lie- " and raise the old farm up a bit . I'd like to have the whole of Boarzell . Reckon as Grandturzel ' ud sell me their bit soon ...
Side 55
... mäake to us - thirty pound or so a year , instead of the dead loss of Harry's keep and the wages of an extra man beside . I tell you , mother , I wur fair sick about the farm till I thought of this . " " It's always the farm wud you ...
... mäake to us - thirty pound or so a year , instead of the dead loss of Harry's keep and the wages of an extra man beside . I tell you , mother , I wur fair sick about the farm till I thought of this . " " It's always the farm wud you ...
Side 59
... mäake you . . . dear . " She flung herself from him , and ran upstairs . That night at supper she took no notice of him , talking garrulously all the time to Mrs. Backfield . But she went to the Fair . In the soft grey gown that the ...
... mäake you . . . dear . " She flung herself from him , and ran upstairs . That night at supper she took no notice of him , talking garrulously all the time to Mrs. Backfield . But she went to the Fair . In the soft grey gown that the ...
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acres Albert Alice ambition arms asked äun't Backfield Bardon Beatup began Bessie Boarzell boys brother brought Caro Cheat Land cheeks cried dance dark döan't dream earth eyes fäather face Fair farm father feeling felt fiddle fight Flightshot girl gone gorse Grandturzel grew hair hand Handshut hard Harry Harry's head heard heart Iden inclosure John Bardon justabout kiss kitchen knew liddle lips looked mäake mäaster marriage married Moor mother Naomi naun never night Northiam Odiam once Peasmarsh Pete Playden poor Realf realised reckon Reuben Richard Robert Rose Rose's round Rye Foreign Rye Town scent seemed shoulders smell soft sometimes Squire stood strange suddenly supper surelye Sussex täake there's things thought Tilly told Totease turned voice walked watched wife window woman Wot's young
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Side 222 - The sword of him that layeth at him cannot hold, the spear, the dart, nor the habergeon. He esteemeth iron as straw, and brass as rotten wood. The arrow cannot make him flee, sling-stones are turned with him into stubble. Darts are counted as stubble : he laugheth at the shaking of a spear.
Side 23 - Will he make many supplications unto thee? Will he speak soft words unto thee? Will he make a covenant with thee? Wilt thou take him for a servant for ever?
Side 151 - All honour, and praise, Dominion, and might, To GOD, THREE IN ONE, Eternally be, Who round us hath shed His own marvellous light, And called us from darkness His glory to see. Amen. 259. *' Ye also shall sit upon twelve thrones, judging the twelve tribes of Israel.
Side 406 - At the front, to fight the foe, See, the soldier boys are marching And I can no longer stay, Hark, I hear the bugles calling, Good-bye, Dolly Gray!
Side 240 - It lay in a great hush, a great solitude, a quiet beast of power and mystery. It seemed to call to him through the twilight like a love forsaken. There it lay : Boarzell — strong, beautiful, desired, untamed, still his hope, still his battle.
Side 130 - THERE was an old farmer in Sussex did dwell, [Chorus of whistlers.] There was an old farmer in Sussex did dwell, And he had a bad wife, as many knew well. [Chorus of whistlers.] Then Satan came to the old man at the plough, — One of your family I must have now.
Side 458 - I've lived to see my heart's desire. I've fought and I've suffered, and I've gone hard and gone rough and gone empty — but I haven't gone in vain. It's all bin worth it. Odiam's great and Boarzell's mine — and when I die . . . well, I've lived so close to the earth all my days that I reckon I shan't be afraid to lie in it at last.
Side 115 - Many times before his death, he told me that if he had it all to do over again, he would do exactly what he did.
Side 4 - churned the soil with his heel, and knew he could conquer it. ... He could plant those thistle-grounds with wheat. . . . Coward! his father was a coward if he shrank from fighting Boarzell. The land could be tamed just as young bulls could be tamed. By craft, by strength, by toughness man could fight the nature of a waste as well as of a beast. Give him Boarzell, and he would have his spade in its red back, just as he would have his ring in a bull's nose
Side 406 - Good-bye, my Blue Bell, Farewell to you ! One last fond look into Your eyes of blue. 'Mid campfires' gleaming 'Mid shot and shell, I will be dreaming Of my own Blue Bell!