They reached the high wall which bounded the demesne of Dunseveric House.
"The Northern Iron" by George A. Birmingham
There are fields stretching back from the demesne which used to be mine.
"Gossamer" by George A. Birmingham
He has enclosed a rich meadow that runs by the bank of the Elbe, and treats it as his demesne.
"Germany, Bohemia, and Hungary, Visited in 1837. Vol. II" by G. R. Gleig
Barstow's way led him shortly to the edge of a curious demesne, or rather the debris of an estate.
"In a Little Town" by Rupert Hughes
The demesne lands at Frognal occupied from four to five hundred acres of the best land stretching from Child's Hill to Belsize.
"Hampstead and Marylebone" by Geraldine Edith Mitton
There is not a nobleman's demesne that does not cover untold wealth in some shape or form.
"Ireland as It Is" by Robert John Buckley (AKA R.J.B.)
It was a royal demesne in Edward I.
"England, Picturesque and Descriptive" by Joel Cook
In the course of the morning, Mr. Jones sent for Florian, and proposed to walk out with him about the demesne.
"The Landleaguers" by Anthony Trollope
With large demesnes, hereditary wealth.
"Harper's New Monthly Magazine, Volume 1, No. 4, September, 1850" by Various
There was an appearance of respectability and opulence about all the demesnes.
"The May Flower, and Miscellaneous Writings" by Harriet Beecher Stowe
I wonder if Outside may be
One fair and great demesne
Where both gates open, careless of
The Town that lies between?
"The Town Between" by Isabel Ecclestone Mackay
In this tower by mad winds assaulted,
Sat ever Tamara, the Queen--
A heavenly angel of beauty,
With a spirit of hell's own demesne.
"Tamara" by Mikhail Yuryevich Lermontov
Often an early King or Queen,
And storied hero onward, knew his sheen;
'Twas glimpsed by Wolfe, by Ney anon,
And Nelson on his blue demesne.
"The Sick God." by Thomas Hardy
Long ago we guessed it, faithful ghosts,
Proudly chose the present for our scene,
And sent out indomitable hosts
Day by day to widen our demesne.
"All Saints" by Edith Wharton
Below their sun-bright passes, leading palely down
To meadows never seen,
Are fruits that star with shadowy gold the strange demesne,
The purple realms of peace that bear no tower nor town.
"Cumuli" by Clark Ashton Smith
"No ... though his goods, and flocks, and herds abound;
His wide demesne to fair profusion grown;
Though proud his lofty mansion looks around,
On hills, and fields, and forests, all his owns
"Love's Triumph" by Nathaniel Bloomfield