By Hurley Weir, a little higher up, I have often thought (у Хэрлиской плотины, немного выше по течению, я часто думал) that I could stay a month without having sufficient time to drink in all the beauty of the scene (что мог бы задержаться на месяц, не имея достаточно времени, чтобы = и все равно не успел бы впитать всю красоту пейзажа). The village of Hurley, five minutes' walk from the lock, is as old a little spot as there is on the river (деревня Хэрли, в пяти минутах ходьбы от шлюза, — одно из самых старинных местечек, что есть на реке), dating, as it does, to quote the quaint phraseology of those dim days (существующая, говоря причудливым языком тех смутных дней; to date — датировать, относить к определенному времени; вести начало /от какого-либо времени и события/; as it does — фактически; quote — цитировать, ссылаться на; phraseology — фразеология; манера, слог, стиль, язык), "from the times of King Sebert and King Offa («со времен короля Себерта и короля Оффы»)." Just past the weir (going up) is Danes' Field, where the invading Danes once encamped, during their march to Gloucestershire (сразу за плотиной /идя/ вверх по реке/ находится Датское поле, где вторгшиеся датчане однажды расположились лагерем во время своего похода на Глостершир); and a little further still, nestling by a sweet corner of the stream (а немного дальше, устроившись в красивом уголке реки; to nestle — вить гнездо; уютно, удобно устроиться, свернуться; ютиться; corner — угол/ок/, закоулок, поворот), is what is left of Medmenham Abbey (находится то, что осталось от Медменхэмского аббатства).

abbey ['aeb] phraseology [,frez'l] Gloucestershire ['lst]

Warwick, the king-maker, rests there, careless now about such trivial things as earthly kings and earthly kingdoms; and Salisbury, who did good service at Poitiers. Just before you come to the abbey, and right on the river's bank, is Bisham Church, and, perhaps, if any tombs are worth inspecting, they are the tombs and monuments in Bisham Church. It was while floating in his boat under the Bisham beeches that Shelley, who was then living at Marlow (you can see his house now, in West street), composed The Revolt of Islam.

By Hurley Weir, a little higher up, I have often thought that I could stay a month without having sufficient time to drink in all the beauty of the scene. The village of Hurley, five minutes' walk from the lock, is as old a little spot as there is on the river, dating, as it does, to quote the quaint phraseology of those dim days, "from the times of King Sebert and King Offa." Just past the weir (going up) is Danes' Field, where the invading Danes once encamped, during their march to Gloucestershire; and a little further still, nestling by a sweet corner of the stream, is what is left of Medmenham Abbey.