A Tour Through the Northern Counties of England, and the Borders of Scotland, Том 1R. Cruttwell, 1802 |
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... river Dove also , of bewitching name , ( which rises a little to the south of Burton , and makes the boundary between Derbyshire and Staffordshire , as far as its junction with the Trent below Burton ) crossed the turn- pike at the ...
... river Dove also , of bewitching name , ( which rises a little to the south of Burton , and makes the boundary between Derbyshire and Staffordshire , as far as its junction with the Trent below Burton ) crossed the turn- pike at the ...
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... dropped into Ashbourne , a neat town embosomed amid hills , which rise around it on every side , and confine within them a rich valley , through the centre of whose lap the river Dove rolls his waters , stocked with a species of [ 128 ]
... dropped into Ashbourne , a neat town embosomed amid hills , which rise around it on every side , and confine within them a rich valley , through the centre of whose lap the river Dove rolls his waters , stocked with a species of [ 128 ]
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... river Dove leads his stream , murmuring innocently and agreeably over his stony bed in the halcyon days of summer , but swelling into rage during the winter months ; making the hills and rocks which form his prison rebellow to his roar ...
... river Dove leads his stream , murmuring innocently and agreeably over his stony bed in the halcyon days of summer , but swelling into rage during the winter months ; making the hills and rocks which form his prison rebellow to his roar ...
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... Dove to the right , and followed the road to Islam , a small ancient village one mile from the Dale ; situated upon the united rivers Manifold and Hamps , which join their streams in the pleasure - grounds of Mr. Port . This is an old ...
... Dove to the right , and followed the road to Islam , a small ancient village one mile from the Dale ; situated upon the united rivers Manifold and Hamps , which join their streams in the pleasure - grounds of Mr. Port . This is an old ...
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