Mary Russell Mitford
                        
                                        
                        
    
    
            
            
            
                                                                
    
                    
                
                    
    
    
                
    
                    
            
                
            
            
                                                    
    
                    
                
                    
    
    
                
    
                    
            
                
            
            
                                                    
    
                    
                
                    
    
    
                
    
                    
            
                
            
            
                                                    
    
                    
                
                    
    
    
                
    
                    
            
                
            
            
                                                    
    
                    
                
                    
    
    
                
    
                    
            
                
            
            
                                    
            
        
                                                
                Our Village
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            Excerpt: ...hatch-gate, with the white cottage beside it embosomed in fruit-trees, which forms the entrance to the Pinge, and in a moment the whole scene was before our eyes. 'Is not this beautiful, Ellen?' The answer could hardly be other than a glowing rapid 'Yes!'-A wood is generally a pretty place; but this wood-Imagine a smaller forest, full of glades and sheep-walks, surrounded by irregular cottages with their blooming orchards, a clear stream winding about the brakes, and a road intersecting it, and giving life and light to the picture; and you will have a faint idea of the Pinge. Every step was opening a new point of view, a fresh com…
        
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                        Excerpt: ...hatch-gate, with the white cottage beside it embosomed in fruit-trees, which forms the entrance to the Pinge, and in a moment the whole scene was before our eyes. 'Is not this beautiful, Ellen?' The answer could hardly be other than a glowing rapid 'Yes!'-A wood is generally a pretty place; but this wood-Imagine a smaller forest, full of glades and sheep-walks, surrounded by irregular cottages with their blooming orchards, a clear stream winding about the brakes, and a road intersecting it, and giving life and light to the picture; and you will have a faint idea of the Pinge. Every step was opening a new point of view, a fresh combination of glade and path and thicket. The accessories too were changing every moment. Ducks, geese, pigs, and children, giving way, as we advanced into the wood, to sheep and forest ponies; and they again disappearing as we became more entangled in its mazes, till we heard nothing but the song of the nightingale, and saw only the silent flowers. What a piece of fairy land! The tall elms overhead just bursting into tender vivid leaf, with here and there a hoary oak or a silver-barked beech, every twig swelling with the brown buds, and yet not quite stripped of the tawny foliage of autumn; tall hollies and hawthorn beneath, with their crisp brilliant leaves mixed with the white blossoms of the sloe, and woven together with garlands of woodbines and wild-briers;-what a fairy land! Primroses, cowslips, pansies, and the regular open-eyed white blossom of the wood anemone (or, to use the more elegant Hampshire name, the windflower), were set under our feet as thick as daisies in a meadow; but the pretty weed that we came to seek was coyer; and Ellen began to fear that we had mistaken the place or the season.-At last she had herself the pleasure of finding it under a brake of holly-'Oh, look! look! I am sure that this is the wood-sorrel! Look at the pendent white flower, shaped like a snowdrop and...
                    
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            Produktdetails
- ISBN: 978-1-153-74606-9
- EAN: 9781153746069
- Produktnummer: 14788275
- Verlag: Books LLC, Reference Series
- Sprache: Englisch
- Erscheinungsjahr: 2013
- Seitenangabe: 52 S.
- Masse: H24.6 cm x B18.9 cm x D0.3 cm 122 g
- Abbildungen: Paperback
- Gewicht: 122
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