ISBN: 1230446761

[EAN: 9781230446769], Neubuch, [PU: TheClassics.us], MARY REGINALD,SUBJECTS, This item is printed on demand. Paperback. 24 pages. Dimensions: 9.7in. x 7.4in. x 0.1in.This historic book ma… Mehr…

[EAN: 9781230446769], Neubuch, [PU: TheClassics.us], MARY REGINALD,SUBJECTS, This item is printed on demand. Paperback. 24 pages. Dimensions: 9.7in. x 7.4in. x 0.1in.This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1891 edition. Excerpt: . . . iii. A confidence. For in companions That do converse and waste the time together. Whose souls do bear an equal yoke of love. There must be needs a like proportion Of lineaments, of manners, and of spirit. --Merchant Of Venice. N C E more it was summer in the old garden at High Trees. Roses, as many and as sweet as had decked the last resting-place of dark-eyed Nell Lambert, were sunning their beauty, and making the warm air fragrant with the lavish generosity of the most beautiful and sweet of flowers in her prime. The sun lay hot upon the unsheltered parts of the garden, shining on that July afternoon from one of those cloudless summer skies which are wont, as evening falls, to put on a magic and lucent depth of clearness that lends a mystic charm to the first twinkle of the stars as heavens pale candles peep out one by one. When, in the midst of that tender brightness the suns sinking leaves behind on such a day, the evening star hangs like a lamp, the dullest spirit catches a hint of eternity, and knows itself immortal. On this particular afternoon, in the shade of the fir-trees, whose fragrance held its own, and was an added delight even among the roses, sat two girls, too deep in talk to heed the gallant peacock, who, accustomed to be fed by them, trailed his glorious train before their eyes, and shot forth his prismatic neck and crested head in vain, chicking the while expectantly. Presently, as if in despite, he departed, and going to a bed of carnations nearer the house, began deliberately and skillfully to nip off the unopened buds. At this, one of the-girls arose--she had been sitting on a low garden-chair, while her companion reposed on the grass, her head against her friends knee. Oh! Cousin Nancys beloved. . . This item ships from La Vergne,TN.<

2013, ISBN: 1230446761

[EAN: 9781230446769], Neubuch, [PU: Theclassics.Us, United States], Language: English . Brand New Book ***** Print on Demand *****.This historic book may have numerous typos and missing t… Mehr…

[EAN: 9781230446769], Neubuch, [PU: Theclassics.Us, United States], Language: English . Brand New Book ***** Print on Demand *****.This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1891 edition. Excerpt: . iii. A confidence. For in companions That do converse and waste the time together. Whose souls do bear an equal yoke of love. There must be needs a like proportion Of lineaments, of manners, and of spirit. --Merchant Of Venice. N C E more it was summer in the old garden at High Trees. Roses, as many and as sweet as had decked the last resting-place of dark-eyed Nell Lambert, were sunning their beauty, and making the warm air fragrant with the lavish generosity of the most beautiful and sweet of flowers in her prime. The sun lay hot upon the unsheltered parts of the garden, shining on that July afternoon from one of those cloudless summer skies which are wont, as evening falls, to put on a magic and lucent depth of clearness that lends a mystic charm to the first twinkle of the stars as heaven s pale candles peep out one by one. When, in the midst of that tender brightness the sun s sinking leaves behind on such a day, the evening star hangs like a lamp, the dullest spirit catches a hint of eternity, and knows itself immortal. On this particular afternoon, in the shade of the fir-trees, whose fragrance held its own, and was an added delight even among the roses, sat two girls, too deep in talk to heed the gallant peacock, who, accustomed to be fed by them, trailed his glorious train before their eyes, and shot forth his prismatic neck and crested head in vain, chicking the while expectantly. Presently, as if in despite, he departed, and going to a bed of carnations nearer the house, began deliberately and skillfully to nip off the unopened buds. At this, one of the-girls arose--she had been sitting on a low garden-chair, while her companion reposed on the grass, her head against her friend s knee. Oh! Cousin Nancy s beloved.<