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id: 21785
title: Poems of Rural Life in the Dorset Dialect
author: Barnes, William
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  Zoo the girt elem tree out in little hwome groun'' Zome words you mid bring me, vrom tongues that be dear, Vor time an'' tide will come an'' goo, He han''t a-got noo young woones vor to zwarm. Vor what wer brought in doors by men, ''Tis good to zee woone''s naïghbours come Vor woone ov jaÿ, what peals mid come To meäke some good woones vor the poor. Wer only vor his good, an'' that ''twer true, Wer men on watch vor little good; Still Lydlinch bells wer good vor sound, Vor lovely wer the looks her feäce Vor if a tree wer dear to me, That vor stiff lags, lik'' his, the best pleäce wer the road. On a tree that would come up to thik woone vor size. Wer a-come vor to gi''e us a hop, Vor she wer gone vrom e''thly eyes


id: 22943
title: The Nebuly Coat
author: Falkner, John Meade
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  After Westray had set out for the church, Anastasia Joliffe went back to "But Martin''s time was come; he died that very night, and Miss Joliffe "I don''t know," Westray said; "it looks to me as if the picture was with Miss Joliffe, so long as she was talking of Lord Blandamer. at her Saturday meeting, but Anastasia told Westray that Lord Blandamer Lord Blandamer wished Westray good-night at the church-door, excusing Westray knew, that Lord Blandamer had come to Bellevue Lodge without at "Yes," said the would-be indifferent Westray; "where did Lord Blandamer Miss Joliffe would have said that she knew Anastasia''s mind so well that "It is very good of you, Miss Joliffe," Westray said; "it is very kind "Yes," Westray said, and Lord Blandamer gave them back to him without a "There is a man come over from Cullerne, my lord," he said. "Where is Mr Westray?" Lord Blandamer said.


id: 15416
title: The Spinners
author: Phillpotts, Eden
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  "Thank God I''m a good old man and ripe and ready," said Mr. Baggs. "I''ve got to think of father first and Raymond afterwards," he said. "I''m going to give my people a rest to-day," said Raymond as he thought when I got things going and took a scheme to my father--for "This is Mr. Raymond Ironsyde, Sabina, and he''s coming to learn all "I''ve seen a very good-looking young man by the name of Raymond Ironsyde things, Raymond--things that you wouldn''t like to think are being said." of course, I know it can''t be, though a good many things would come up man came here last night and Sabina wouldn''t see him, and God knows "Tell me," said Estelle, "of a very good sort of wedding present for Mr. Ironsyde, when he marries Sabina next week." Sabina said no more, and when Raymond arrived to see her at the time she


id: 482
title: The Woodlanders
author: Hardy, Thomas
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  "Mr. Winterborne''s father walked with her at one time," said old skeleton, and the face of Giles Winterborne, brought Grace Melbury to way-side along which Grace must pass on her return from Hintock House. When he reached home that evening, he said to Grace and Mrs. Melbury, "Of course I couldn''t let you, Grace!" said Giles, with some distress. "How well she looks this morning!" said Grace, forgetting Mrs. Charmond''s slight in her generous admiration. to work upon Grace; and hence, when Melbury saw the young man "I am glad you don''t object," said Fitzpiers, almost wishing that Grace said in a matter-of-fact way, "Of course, Grace; go to the door with between Fitzpiers and Mrs. Charmond, Grace was looking out of her "I''ve come all the way from London to-day," said Fitzpiers. Her father said nothing more, and Grace went away to the solitude of


id: 43565
title: Thomas Hardy''s Dorset
author: Hopkins, R. Thurston (Robert Thurston)
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  Inside the old Dorset farm-houses there is much that belongs to other that ancient dwelling across the way, called old Grove''s Place. the old fellow was a little eccentric, and this idea of the house being The little old man passed his hand over his brow. "Come then, sir," he said, with his old-fashioned politeness, and he the little old man open the door. When I arrived at the breakfast-table the little old man was seated owned the old manor-house, with the great barns behind it and the houses in the town, by Thomas Hardy, Esq., of Melcombe Regis. is a typical little Dorset town about seven miles to the north-west of year 1710 the old manor-house of the Turbervilles, standing near the old house just outside the village, and the chimney-like tower on Black The prevailing colour of the old houses makes the place ever The "Great House" is another old and interesting building.


