It is very quiet there up on the hill, the great weald stretches away to the south, and fruit-trees surround the Hallowed Acre.
"My War Experiences in Two Continents"
Sarah Macnaughtan
They say, that through heat and through cold, Through weald, they say, and through wold, By day and by night, they say, She has fled; and the gossips report She has come to King Olaf's court, And the town is all in dismay.
"The Complete Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow"
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
He tells us himself that he was born in the weald of Kent, and he was probably educated in his native village.
"A Short History of English Printing, 1476-1898"
Henry R. Plomer