Coordinates: 54°30′21″N 0°41′39″W / 54.505800°N 0.694300°W
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Population | 465 (2001 census)[1] |
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OS grid reference | NZ846130 |
Civil parish | Lythe |
District | Scarborough |
Shire county | North Yorkshire |
Region | Yorkshire and the Humber |
Country | England |
Sovereign state | United Kingdom |
Post town | WHITBY |
Postcode district | YO21 |
Police | North Yorkshire |
Fire | North Yorkshire |
Ambulance | Yorkshire |
EU Parliament | Yorkshire and the Humber |
UK Parliament | Scarborough and Whitby |
List of places: UK • England • Yorkshire |
Lythe is a small village, and large civil parish, in the Scarborough district of North Yorkshire, England, situated near Whitby
According to the 2001 UK census, Lythe parish had a population of 465.[1]
It was in the old North Riding and in the wapentake of Langbaurgh East.
St Oswald’s Church is a plain stone building in the Early English style. The stained glass east window is a memorial to the Rev. William Long, who was vicar from 1813 to 1858. Inside the church are memorials to the Phipps family, and to the Marquess of Normanby. The register dates from 1634. There is also a Wesleyan Methodist chapel.
Mulgrave Castle used to be the seat of the Marquess of Normanby but is now a ruin. Lythe Castle is an earthwork motte and bailey fortress.
Within the parish are the villages of Mickleby, Ugthorpe and Sandsend, and the hamlets of Barnby, Ellerby, Goldsborough, Hutton Mulgrave, Kettleness and Newton Mulgrave.
The old Red Lion public house has recently been renamed The Stiddy. A "stiddy" is an anvil packed full of gunpowder and fired like a cannon on special occasions, such as the birth of the Marquess' male heir, the jubilee, or the end of the Second World War.
There are a variety of amenities in the village including a local school, post office, tennis courts and a retained fire station.
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Give me the drink of the fluid
That disintegrates
And lend me the sweet balm and blessing
Of forgetfulness, empty and strong
Hold me near, unravel the stars
As I speed through the heavens
Speed through the night
For you are my blade and my rope
Your are my
Lethe
In currents of cobalt
You storm through my heart
To sever, to puncture
The memories that burn
Let sweep through the arteries
In sharp stabs of pain
Your talonlike fingers to kill me again
Steal me, invade me and charge me again
For I burn and I shudder
Burn with each movement of
So, cleansed through a floodlight
I appear; reforged and renewed
Caressed by the sweet balm and blessing
Of forgetfulness, empty and strong
Lethe,
Hold me near, my one friend and guide
As I drown through your fingers
Drown through your love
For you are the life I hate
You are my
Lethe
Drag me down, in passionate sighs
With the ocean above me
And flames in my eyes
And grant me a life I can live