House and land of a lord

Usage examples of manor.

Was this right appurtenant to the manor, or was it also appendant to a frank tenement in a particular vill?

They moved swiftly down the gravel lane that led to the manor house where the Assessor Emiliana and her family resided.

Meanwhile we began to grow strong, for many joined us therein who had fled from their tyrants of the good towns and the manors of the baronage, and at last in the third year naught would please my lord but we must enter into the Kingdom of the Tower, and raise his banner in the wealthy land, and the fair cities.

There was a mint at the time of the Conquest, which proves that Bristol must have been already a place of some size, though the fact that the town was a member of the royal manor of Baston shows that its importance was still of recent growth.

This day, loath to bestir himself from his horse, William Belfour leaned his arms on his saddle and waited patiently for his mount to drink from the pond behind the mill that served Hawkwatch Manor.

Landowners impoverished by these factors sank out of sight or let castles and manors decay while they entered the military brigandage that was to be the curse of the following decades.

So compared with some of those humongous old piles they run tour buses out to, the Manor is a studio apartment.

Miss Mandeville, and the rest of the Indian treasures I took from Stokeley Manor.

Burton was evidently a mesne borough under the abbot, who held the court of the manor and received the profits of the borough according to the charter of Henry I.

The thought of her rattling around the Metropole, as stuffy as it was expensive, or alone at Winterbourne Manor just waiting for Luke to come home was very depressing.

Within sight of the manor Periwinkle stopped cantering and slipped into a gentle ambling trot, for the danger, it seemed, was left behind now.

When the wedding was over Maria and Robin mounted once more upon Wrolf and Periwinkle and rode back to the manor house through the sunshine and the new spring green of the park, with everyone who had been in the church following singing behind them, to the wedding breakfast that Marmaduke Scarlet had prepared.

It was between Colmar Manor and Bladensburg, just off SR 450, and if you were on the third floor in the unit Platt had rented, and if you stood in the kitchen sink and leaned out the window, you could indeed see the north fork of the Anacostia River--for what that was worth.

And the charm of the old manor around him, the garden with its grey stone walls and yew hedges--broad, broad yew hedges and a peacock pausing to glitter and scream in the busy silence of an English spring, when celandines open their yellow under the hedges, and violets are in the secret, and by the broad paths of the garden polyanthus and crocuses vary the velvet and flame, and bits of yellow wallflower shake raggedly, with a wonderful triumphance, out of the cracks of the wall.

I were the only children here at Blackwood Manor because the tourists who came almost never brought children with them, and so I soon learned the vocabulary of adults and that it was fun to play in the kitchen and listen to their endless storytelling and arguing, or to tag after the tour guides -- my great-grandfather Gravier and later my grandfather Pops -- as they went through the house detailing its riches and its legends, including the gloomy tale of Manfred, the Great Old Man.