Mattie and the Highwaymen

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BlacknBlue Press UK, 2003 - 258ÆäÀÌÁö
In the 1840s most highwaymen are hanging up their riding boots and putting away their pistols. But there is just time for one last gang of misfit ruffians to attack nervous travellers as they pass through Harewood forest in Hampshire And so it is that

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The Highwaymen
5
Lord and Lady
16
Workus Brats
26
Trapped
34
No Mitchin
47
Some Argufyin
55
Plots and Proverbs
68
Rafty Lessons
75
Skisin Off
135
Ancient History
146
Tricksy Little Game
155
Final Meal
161
Lump Emmet Hump
171
A Strange Homecoming
181
Hard Decisions
191
Revelations
208

The Danger of a Little Gold
83
The Lives of the Poor
103
The Workhouse
114
Nobbut Hard Work
122
A Longawaited Bonfire
223
Historical comment
228
Hampshire dialect
229
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102 ÆäÀÌÁö - She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes: (5) Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
106 ÆäÀÌÁö - What the hammer? What the chain? In what furnace was thy brain? What the anvil? What dread grasp Dare its deadly terrors clasp? When the stars threw down their spears, And water'd heaven with their tears, Did He smile His work to see? Did He who made the lamb make thee...
44 ÆäÀÌÁö - But the Raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door; Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore, What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking "Nevermore.
90 ÆäÀÌÁö - ... we are weary, And we cannot run or leap. If we cared for any meadows, it were merely To drop down in them, and sleep. Our knees tremble sorely in the stooping; We fall upon our faces, trying to go ; And, underneath our heavy eyelids drooping, The reddest flower would look as pale as snow; For all day long we drag our burden tiring, Through the coal-dark, underground; Or all day we drive the wheels of iron In the factories, round and round.
165 ÆäÀÌÁö - She was lovely and fair as the rose of the summer, Yet 'twas not her beauty alone that won me, Oh, no, 'twas the truth in her eyes ever beaming That made me love Mary, the Rose of Tralee.
165 ÆäÀÌÁö - twas the truth in her eye ever dawning, That made me love Mary, the Rose of Tralee. 2. The cool shades of ev'ning their mantle were spreading. And Mary all smiling was list'ning to me, The moon thro...
71 ÆäÀÌÁö - I'll thank you to keep a civil tongue in your head and to treat serious matters with sincerity and courtesy!
217 ÆäÀÌÁö - I have been necessitated to) made bold with a rich bumpkin, or a lying lawyer, whose full-fed fees from the rich farmer doth too much impoverish the poor cottage-keeper.
200 ÆäÀÌÁö - Mattie tells me you are a kind and brave child, and I am pleased to make your acquaintance.' He held out his hand and she shook it vigorously. Mattie explained who Lucid was. 'Crumbs!
224 ÆäÀÌÁö - I do not mind what you do, so long as you do not bother me with unnecessary expressions of gratitude!

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