This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1910 Excerpt: ... lace the wayside trees together with a tapestry of wonderful grace and beauty. In all the range of precious odours which bless the world, beginning with the violet and the crab-apple, there is none that compare, with their combined essences, and if, in the alembic in which they are transfused, there be also the dear ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1910 Excerpt: ... lace the wayside trees together with a tapestry of wonderful grace and beauty. In all the range of precious odours which bless the world, beginning with the violet and the crab-apple, there is none that compare, with their combined essences, and if, in the alembic in which they are transfused, there be also the dear drenched freshness of sweetbriar leaves, they are mostly of the throbbing June dusk, lit by the evening star, and voiceful with songs like this: "Slow from the sunset sky Soft colours fade and die; Ashes of roses lie On Day's grey altar. In far, dim depths of blue Slow stars come into view--World-old, but ever new--Nor change, nor falter, Good-night I "Here in the garden still Waking, a late bird's trill Sets every pulse athrill With June's own passion. Sweetbriar, a country maid, Blushes in fragrant shade Of her own heart afraid Wooed in such fashion, Good-night! "Around the casement twines Shelter of twin woodbines Pale there thy taper shines, Now it has vanished! In night's fields, slumber sown, Sweet be thy dreams, my own. Give me a dream alone--All others banished! Good-night!" JULY Beneath the full midsummer heat Are stooks of golden garnered wheat; Are billows of unripe oats, grey-green; Are armies of corn blades, trenchant, keen, The killdeer flutes his mournful cries The hawk in charmed circle flies Berries ripen beneath the leaves And warm and still are the musky eves. The moon shines bright in the cloudless sky, The crickets sing--and the night birds cry I JULY THE MOON OF THE DEER LL winter we long for summer. We shut our eyes to the beauties of the snow, and of the bare trees, and cry "Oh, for the time of singing birds!" It is not July that we mean when we speak of summer. After we have passed the year...
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Good. Cover and edges shows shelf wear and minor tanning. Title page shows light foxing. Pages shows minor tanning. Very Clean Copy-Over 500, 000 Internet Orders Filled.
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With four plates in color, and other illustrations from photographs by Frances and Mary Allen. Chicago: AC. McClurg & Co, 1910. (Published June, 1910). xxi, 292p. 28 plates, 4 in color. 23x15cm, cloth, teg. Cover rubbed, smudged, plates slightly rippled, scattered foxing, VG.
