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The tranquility of my room partakes too much of Forest Lawn.
The acclaim for Razorhurst means even more to me than usual because, let's be honest, Razorhurst is weird.
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
King Offa's dyke,
Aye, then. Come and dance with the Ech'lon. You can be me bloody retinue. King o' Fools and 'is merry band o' jesters. If they don't laugh us out o' the tower, it'll be a bleedin' miracle.
My sisters and I cannot spend any substantial time searching for Wickham, as we are each commanded by His Majesty to defend Hertfordshire from all enemies until such time as we are dead, rendered lame, or married.
One more thing: Linda, can you get to Canterbury and take over my Chaucerian Society? They're at Dovecote Hostelry in the old city. We're visiting all the scenes of the great murders. Tomorrow they want to see where Becket was killed. They're a bloodthirsty lot, it seems.
FABLEHAVEN: None who enter will leave unchanged. Trespassers will be turned to stone.
St Michael's RC secondary sat on a promontory overlooking the town of Auchenlea. The choice of site was an indirect consequence of a past mistake in vocational guidance, leading someone who had a pathological hatred of children into town planning, rather than the more traditional field of teaching.
See anything interesting out there in the woods of King Hall?
Shropshire, the fatlands of Gloucestershire,
A lovely little wooden cottage in the depths of a forest is the most beautiful palace a king or any man can ever have!
Nowhere beats the heart so kindly as beneath the tartan plaid!
side of Vicki's, with Alfred on the other,
What in the bloody hell are you?"
"Andrea Nash," I said. "This is my associate, Robin of Loxley.
London's like a forest ... we shall be lost in it.
Your lives be as full and happy as ours,and may the seasons be kind to you and your friends. The door of our Abbey is always open to any travellers roaming the dusty path between the woodlands and the plains.
I have gone to the forest
I am very fond indeed of it, and of all the dear old Shire; but I think I need a holiday.
Gryffindor, where dwell the brave at heart!
Nature is a petrified magic city.
Romney Marsh remains one of the last great wildernesses of south-east England. Flat as a desert, and at times just as daunting, it is an odd, occasionally eerie wetland straddling the coastal borders of Kent and Sussex, rich in birds, local folklore and solitary medieval churches.
In a cottage deep in the forest lived the wicked old witch ... it was a cottage out of the nastier kind of fairy tale
Do behold the king in his glory, King Sequoia. Behold! Behold! seems all I can say ... Well may I fast, not from bread but from business, bookmaking, duty doing & other trifles ... I'm in the woods woods woods, & they are in mee-ee-ee ... I wish I were wilder & so bless Sequoia I will be.
Narnia. The happy land of Narnia
Narnia of the heathery mountains and the thymy downs, Narnia of the many rivers, the plashing glens, the mossy caverns and the deep forests ringing with the hammers of the Dwarfs ...
Once I thought that Lake Forest was the most glamorous place in the world. Maybe it was.
Hardy's The Mayor of Casterbridge.
In that pleasant district of merry England which is watered by the river Don, there extended in ancient times a large forest, covering the greater part of the beautiful hills and valleys which lie between Sheffield and the pleasant town of Doncaster.
May the countryside and the gliding valley streams content me. Lost to fame, let me love river and woodland.
West of Arkham the hills rise wild, and there are valleys with deep woods that no axe has ever cut.
Witches escape to the forest to listen to the whispers of nature itself...
psychologist Timothy
Newrose, Oldrose, Quean Anne's lace.
Water, river, stone and sun
Wind over hill, under tree.
Past the border none can see.
Climbing into dark for you,
Will you climb in stars for me?
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No place is more enchanted than where a unicorn has been born.
Sky and clouds and trees and little figures relaxing in the perfect rural rhythm of their surroundings: these are the staples of a Gainsborough landscape.
the village, since they forbade us to leave
Potter! There are hundreds of people thundering through my pub!
Where is the magic? In nature! Where is the magician? In nature? Who is the magician? The nature!
Bagby Hot Springs.
Narrow lanes climb both slopes and come together in a great ring of elm trees which encircles the flat summit. Any wind
even the slightest
draws from the height of the elms a rushing sound, multifoliate and powerful.
Oh, Brignall banks are wild and fair, And Greta woods are green, And you may gather garlands there Would grace a summer's queen.
The innocent mansion of a panther's heart!
Newrose, oldrose, Queen Anne's lace. Water, river, stone, and sun. Wind over hill, under tree. Past the border none can see. Climbing into dark for you Will you wait in stars for me? I
The heart of Casterly Rock. Remember the fate of Rhaegar's children." She saw the fear in his young eyes then, but there was a strength as well. "Then I will not lose,
O sweet woods, the delight of solitariness!
Pemberley Woods with some perturbation;
Trackers and hunters sworn to deepwood with clan names like Forrester and Woods, branch and bole.
Greenwich is a funny word, isn't it? All green and witchy. Like soup.
My dwelling is but a rustic cottage, but still I should like you to see, at least, the pretty mountain streamlet which waters my garden.
Come with me to howling tree?"
"What?"
"Howling tree. It's a place a found. Come on
What the hell kind of name is Kitty for a werewolf?
James Bradshaw
1313 Lemon Drive
(Yes, the 'haunted' house)
1:00 a.m.
Suddenly it seemed that all that had been learnt in every English childhood of the wildness of English magic might still be true, and even now on some long-forgotten paths, behind the sky, on the other side of the rain, John Uskglass might be riding still, with his company of men and fairies. Most
Once upon a time, in a tiny village called Talry on the bank of the great river Burine, in the Riverlands Barony of Varune, the Duchy of Castal, a Great and Powerful Mage was born unto a common man and his wife. I'll spare you the suspense. It was me.
Forest is the best port of the wise man!
In this timeless land of enchantment, the age of chivalry, magic and make-believe are reborn and fairy tales come true.
Anne, on her way to Orchard Slope, met Diana, bound for Green Gables, just where the mossy old log bridge spanned the brook below the Haunted Wood, and they sat down by the margin of the Dryad's Bubble, where tiny ferns were unrolling like curly-headed green pixy folk wakening up from a nap.
I'm now the Lord of the Brighton Manor.
I enjoy travelling the world, but nowhere beats Walsall.
town of Angel Haven lies somewhere in the central United States, its landscape blessed long ago by the Star Witches. A vast forest of majestic trees surrounds the town, creating a natural barricade from the world outside. The trees range from evergreen saplings
Our village life would stagnate if it were not for the unexplored forests and meadows that surround it. We need the tonic of wildness ...
I have been Merlin wandering in the woods Of a far country, where the winds waken Unnatural voices , my mind broken By a sudden acquaintance with man's rage.
Like Thomas Hardy with his Casterbridge, my own fictional Pennington is based on a well-known English county town, which I embellish with buildings, parks, and houses from my imagination.
We're not in Fairyland! We're in Kansas!
CLEARVIEW, QUEENS
Think me not unkind and rude
That I walk alone in grove and glen;
I go to the god of the wood
To fetch his word to men.
Irish gardens beat all for horror. With 19 gardeners, Lord Talbot of Malahide has produced an affair exactly like a suburban golf course.
The charm of a woodland road lies not only in its beauty but in anticipation. Around each bend may be a discovery, an adventure.
At the beginning of my acting career, I worked for two seasons at the RSC and spent a lot of time in the Cotswolds exploring Shakespeare's countryside. It's my kind of English landscape, with its tiny villages and one-room thatched pubs.
THE ADVENTURE OF WISTERIA LODGE
I'm world-famous in West Bromwich.
We are in Transylvania, and Transylvania is not England. Our ways are not your ways, and there shall be to you many strange things. Nay, from what you have told me of your experiences already, you know something of what strange things there may be.
There were fairies at Cottingley
I left her in the forest of Arden; I shall find her in an orchard in Verona.
Moorcroft with a small pasture
You also live in Holmenkollen?' 'Close by. Or quite close by. Bislett.
Wherever is love and loyalty, great purposes and lofty souls, even though in a hovel or a mine, there is fairyland.
To the counsell of fooles a woodden bell.
Aniimal Town:~) The place where Dreams & Adventures come true!
Aelin of the wildfire.
Whatever your tastes, Magrathea can cater for you. We are not proud.
Tolkien had sent him a poem called "Kortirion Among the Trees". Kortirion represented Warwick in the early stages of Tolkien's mythology, and was the chief town, complete with tower, in a region of elms (Warwickshire) on the Lonely Island (England).
To meet her fate beneath the rowan trees in the hills near
In the river meadows, alders, brambles and wild vines formed a magical jungle, dappled with shimmering, greenish light and spangled with twirling forest particles. Marshy pools lay sparkling among the elderberries and leaning beeches.
The town's young parents especially prized this idea of Newton as a child's paradise. Many of them had left the hip, sophisticated city to move here. They had accepted massive expenses, stultifying monotony, and the queasy disappointment of settling for a conventional life. To
It was a large, neatly kept cottage, with a well-tended yard full of chickens. Hollyhocks grew along the side, in shades of red and violet, unless magic had gotten into them again, in which case they had a tendency to go plaid.
Go to forest to meet the wise green friends!
green forest, then took some photographs
For a fair maid of England hath told me
That the crows are departed the Tower.
So I'll seek for my bailiwick elsewhere,
Sniffing out some new dungheap of power.
Don't you mean, witch?
garden. I have been defeated,
In one of the Welsh counties is a small village called A
. It is somewhat removed from the high road, and is, therefore, but little known to those luxurious amateurs of the picturesque, who view nature through the windows of a carriage and four.
My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here;
My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer;
A-chasing the wild-deer, and following the roe,
My heart's in the Highlands wherever I go.
Damian was here in Grizzly Mall. It was that
Connecticut's Beardsley Zoo
In every village marked with little spire,
Embowered in trees, and hardly known to fame.
Well, I'm not quite certain yet, young Mr. Fitzpatrick. I am considering the name Willow Hills. Or perhaps Maple Falls. What would you suggest?