ISBN: 1230431047

[EAN: 9781230431048], Neubuch, [PU: TheClassics.us], HARRIET ELIZABETH SPOFFORD,SUBJECTS, This item is printed on demand. Paperback. 116 pages. Dimensions: 9.7in. x 7.4in. x 0.2in.This hi… More...

[EAN: 9781230431048], Neubuch, [PU: TheClassics.us], HARRIET ELIZABETH SPOFFORD,SUBJECTS, This item is printed on demand. Paperback. 116 pages. Dimensions: 9.7in. x 7.4in. x 0.2in.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. 1881 edition. Excerpt: . . . oclock, her white robe floated past the door, and she was seen moving up and down the long piazza and humming a faint little tune to herself. Just then a flock of young women, married and single, fluttered through door and windows to join her; and just then Mrs. Laudersdale stepped down from the end of the piazza and floated up the garden-path and into the woods that Skirted the lake-shore and stretched far back and away. Thus abandoned, the others turned their attention to the expanse before and below them; and one or two made their way down to the brink, unhooked a boat, ventured in, and, lifting the single pair of oars, were soon laboring gayly out and creating havoc on the placid waters. -As Mrs. Laudersdale continued to walk, the path which she followed slowly descended to the pebbly rim, rich in open spaces, slopes of verdure just gilding in the declining sun, and coverts of cool, deep shadow. As she advanced leisurely, involved in pleasant fancy, something caught her eye, an unusual object, certainly, lying in a duskier recess; she drew nearer and hung a moment above it. Some fallen statue among rank Roman growth, some marble semblance of a young god, overlaced with a vine and plunged in tall ferns and beaded grasses And she, bending there, --was it Diana and Endymion over again, Psyche and Eros Ah, no!--simply Mrs. Laudersdale and Roger Raleigh. Only while one might have counted sixty did she linger to take the real heauty of the scene: the youth, adopted as it were, to Natures heart by the clustering growth that sprang up rebounding under the careless weight that crushed it; an attitude of complete and unconscious grace, --one arm thrown out beneath the head, the other listlessly fallen down his side, while the hand still. . . This item ships from La Vergne,TN.<

2013, ISBN: 1230431047

[EAN: 9781230431048], Neubuch, [PU: Theclassics.Us, United States], Language: English Brand New Book ***** Print on Demand *****.This historic book may have numerous typos and missing tex… More...

[EAN: 9781230431048], 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. 1881 edition. Excerpt: .o clock, her white robe floated past the door, and she was seen moving up and down the long piazza and humming a faint little tune to herself. Just then a flock of young women, married and single, fluttered through door and windows to join her; and just then Mrs. Laudersdale stepped down from the end of the piazza and floated up the garden-path and into the woods that Skirted the lake-shore and stretched far back and away. Thus abandoned, the others turned their attention to the expanse before and below them; and one or two made their way down to the brink, unhooked a boat, ventured in, and, lifting the single pair of oars, were soon laboring gayly out and creating havoc on the placid waters.-As Mrs. Laudersdale continued to walk, the path which she followed slowly descended to the pebbly rim, rich in open spaces, slopes of verdure just gilding in the declining sun, and coverts of cool, deep shadow. As she advanced leisurely, involved in pleasant fancy, something caught her eye, an unusual object, certainly, lying in a duskier recess; she drew nearer and hung a moment above it. Some fallen statue among rank Roman growth, some marble semblance of a young god, overlaced with a vine and plunged in tall ferns and beaded grasses? And she, bending there, --was it Diana and Endymion over again, Psyche and Eros? Ah, no!--simply Mrs. Laudersdale and Roger Raleigh. Only while one might have counted sixty did she linger to take the real heauty of the scene: the youth, adopted as it were, to Nature s heart by the clustering growth that sprang up rebounding under the careless weight that crushed it; an attitude of complete and unconscious grace, --one arm thrown out beneath the head, the other listlessly fallen down his side, while the hand still.<

2013, ISBN: 1230431047

[EAN: 9781230431048], Neubuch, [PU: Theclassics.Us, United States], Brand New Book ***** Print on Demand *****. This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can… More...

[EAN: 9781230431048], Neubuch, [PU: Theclassics.Us, United States], 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. 1881 edition. Excerpt: .o clock, her white robe floated past the door, and she was seen moving up and down the long piazza and humming a faint little tune to herself. Just then a flock of young women, married and single, fluttered through door and windows to join her; and just then Mrs. Laudersdale stepped down from the end of the piazza and floated up the garden-path and into the woods that Skirted the lake-shore and stretched far back and away. Thus abandoned, the others turned their attention to the expanse before and below them; and one or two made their way down to the brink, unhooked a boat, ventured in, and, lifting the single pair of oars, were soon laboring gayly out and creating havoc on the placid waters.-As Mrs. Laudersdale continued to walk, the path which she followed slowly descended to the pebbly rim, rich in open spaces, slopes of verdure just gilding in the declining sun, and coverts of cool, deep shadow. As she advanced leisurely, involved in pleasant fancy, something caught her eye, an unusual object, certainly, lying in a duskier recess; she drew nearer and hung a moment above it. Some fallen statue among rank Roman growth, some marble semblance of a young god, overlaced with a vine and plunged in tall ferns and beaded grasses? And she, bending there, --was it Diana and Endymion over again, Psyche and Eros? Ah, no!--simply Mrs. Laudersdale and Roger Raleigh. Only while one might have counted sixty did she linger to take the real heauty of the scene: the youth, adopted as it were, to Nature s heart by the clustering growth that sprang up rebounding under the careless weight that crushed it; an attitude of complete and unconscious grace, --one arm thrown out beneath the head, the other listlessly fallen down his side, while the hand still.<

2013, ISBN: 1230431047

[EAN: 9781230431048], Neubuch, [PU: Theclassics.Us, United States], Brand New Book ***** Print on Demand *****.This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can … More...

[EAN: 9781230431048], Neubuch, [PU: Theclassics.Us, United States], 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. 1881 edition. Excerpt: .o clock, her white robe floated past the door, and she was seen moving up and down the long piazza and humming a faint little tune to herself. Just then a flock of young women, married and single, fluttered through door and windows to join her; and just then Mrs. Laudersdale stepped down from the end of the piazza and floated up the garden-path and into the woods that Skirted the lake-shore and stretched far back and away. Thus abandoned, the others turned their attention to the expanse before and below them; and one or two made their way down to the brink, unhooked a boat, ventured in, and, lifting the single pair of oars, were soon laboring gayly out and creating havoc on the placid waters.-As Mrs. Laudersdale continued to walk, the path which she followed slowly descended to the pebbly rim, rich in open spaces, slopes of verdure just gilding in the declining sun, and coverts of cool, deep shadow. As she advanced leisurely, involved in pleasant fancy, something caught her eye, an unusual object, certainly, lying in a duskier recess; she drew nearer and hung a moment above it. Some fallen statue among rank Roman growth, some marble semblance of a young god, overlaced with a vine and plunged in tall ferns and beaded grasses? And she, bending there, --was it Diana and Endymion over again, Psyche and Eros? Ah, no!--simply Mrs. Laudersdale and Roger Raleigh. Only while one might have counted sixty did she linger to take the real heauty of the scene: the youth, adopted as it were, to Nature s heart by the clustering growth that sprang up rebounding under the careless weight that crushed it; an attitude of complete and unconscious grace, --one arm thrown out beneath the head, the other listlessly fallen down his side, while the hand still.<