Quotes About Gloucester

La discussion du jour porterait assurément sur la politique. Anthony était revenu la veille d'un séjour de deux semaines à Gloucester où il avait assisté à l'inhumation du roi Edouard II, qui avait perdu son trône au mois de janvier, puis la vie en septembre.

Doctor Foster went to GloucesterIn a shower of rain;He stepped in a puddle, up to his middle,And never went there again.

When William the Conqueror commissioned a great survey of his English realm at Gloucester in 1085, the result was a work so thorough, fair, dispassionate, and wide-ranging that it seemed to the succeeding generations to have come from another world.

I was navigator on the Gloucester schooner 'Gertrude L. Thebaud' in the International Fisherman's race. That's a big thing in New England - the race, I mean. A Boston newspaper man covered it, and saw me on board. For a long time I wished he hadn't! He wrote a piece saying I ought to be in motion pictures.

In the time of swords and periwigs and full-skirted coats with flowered lappets - when gentlemen wore ruffles, and gold-laced waistcoats of paduasoy and taffeta - there lived a tailor in Gloucester.

There are houses in Gloucester where grooves have been worn into the floorboards by women pacing past an upstairs window, looking out to sea.

Gloucester's not some chi-chi tourist town. It's a working-class seaport: a no-kidding-around down-and-dirty place.

In the time of swords and periwigs and full-skirted coats with flowered lappets - when gentlemen wore ruffles, and gold-laced waistcoats of paduasoy and taffeta - there lived a tailor in Gloucester.

For behind the wooden wainscots of all the old houses in Gloucester, there are little mouse staircases and secret trap-doors; and the mice run from house to house through those long narrow passages; they can run all over the town without going into the streets.

From all the roofs and gables and old wooden houses in Gloucester came a thousand merry voices singing the old Christmas rhymes - all the old songs that ever I heard of, and some that I don't know, like Whittington's bells.

In his madness and his blindness he was Lear and Gloucester combined.

There breaks in every Gloucester wave A windowed woman's heart.

Did you really mean what you said?" she asked softly. "If God Himself were waiting at Gloucester, you would not relinquish me?" He did not meet her gaze, but the muscles in his arms bunched beneath her hands as he pulled her close again. "I meant it, he whispered, burying his lips in her hair.