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Literary Quotes: The Heart of England
From The Political Register
(on Warwickshire)
by William Cobbett, 12 July 1817 |
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The road very wide and smooth; rows of fine trees on the sides
of it; beautiful white-thorn hedges, and rows of ash and elm dividing
the fields; the fields so neatly kept; the soil so rich; the herds
and flocks of fine cattle and sheep on every side... Here is wealth!
Here are all the means of national power, and of individual plenty
and happiness! |
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Form
Colebrook Dale
by Anna Seward, 1875 |
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With
umber'd flames, bicker on all they hills,
Dark'ning the Summer's sun with columns large
Of thick, sulphurous smoke, which spread, like palls
That screen the dead, upon the Sylvan robe
Of thy aspiring rocks; pollute they gales,
And stain thy glassy waters. |
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From
Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit
by Jeanette Winterson, published by Vintage, 1985 |
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mother and I walked on towards the hill that stood at the top
of our street. We lived in a town stolen from the valleys, a huddled
place of chimneys and little shops and back-to-back houses with
no gardens. The hills surrounded us, and our own swept out into
the Pennines, broken now and again with a farm or a relic from
the war. |
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