9781483967042 - in pursuit of spring [lingua inglese] di thomas, edward; hill, berkeley (2 risultati)
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Paperback. Condizione: Very Good. The book has been read, but is in excellent condition. Pages are intact and not marred by notes or highlighting. The spine remains undamaged.
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Da: Terry Blowfield, Norwich, NORFO, Regno UnitoTerry Blowfield
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Soft cover. Condizione: Very Good. No Jacket. Published by Berkeley Hill Classics of London in 2013. Soft cover, so no Dust Jacket. This is centenary publication of a book published in 1914 by Thomas Nelson and Sons. Book condition: Very God. Both cover and inside pages are in good order. See photograph. Dims: 230mm x 153mm x 13…mm. 176 pages. IN PURSUIT OF SPRING - 1914 - CONTENTS I - IN SEARCH OF SPRING . 9 II. THE S TAR T L ONDO T N O GUILDFORD . 34 IV. FROM D UNBRIDGE OV ER SALISBURY PLAIN . . 128 VI. THE A VON, THE BISS, TH E FROME . 199 VII. TROWBRID T G O ES HEPTON M ALLET . 216 VIII. SHEPTON M ALLET TO BRIDGWATER . 235 IX. BRIDGWAT T E O R T HE SEA . . 265 LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS. From Drawings by Ernest Hazelhurst. Paddington Canal . Cuckoo Flowers . . A Passing Storm . Crosscornbe . Glastonbury Tor . Kilre . Frontispiece . . 32 . . 80 . 176 192 . R08 IN PURSUIT OF SPRING - IN SEARCH OF SPRING. is the record of a journey from London T the Quantock Hills-to Nether Stowey, Kilve, Crowcombe, and West Bagborough, to the high point where the Taunton-Bridgwater road tops the hills and shows all Exmoor behind, all the Mendips before, and upon the left the sea, and Wales very far off. It was a journey on or with a bicycle. The season was Easter, a March Easter. A North-Easter, probably No. Nor did much north-east go to the making of it. I will give its pedigree briefly, going back only a monththat is, to the days when I began to calculate, or guess methodically, what the weather would be like at Easter. Perhaps it was rather more than a month before Easter that a false Spring visited London. But I will go back first a little earlier, to one of those great and notable days after the turn of the year that win the heart so, without deceiving it. The wind blew from the north-west with such peace and energy together as to call up the image of a good giant striding along with superb gestureslike those of a sower sowing. The mind blew and the sun shone over London. A myriad roofs laughed together in the light. The smoke and theflags, yellow and blue and white, waved tumultuously, straining for joy to leave the chimneys and the flagstaffs, like hounds sighting their quarry. The ranges of cloud bathing their lower slopes in the brown mist of the horizon had the majesty of great hills, the coolness and sweetness and whiteness of the foam on the crests of the crystal fountain, and they were burning with light. The clouds did honour to the city, which they encircled as with heavenly ramparts. The stone towers and spires were soft, and luminous as old porcelain. There was no substance to be seen that was not made precious by the strong wind and the light divine. All was newly built to a great idea. The flags were waving to salute the festal opening of the gates in those white walls to a people that should presently surge in and onward to take possession. Princely was to be the life that had this amphitheatre of clouds and palaces for its display. Of human things, only music-if human it can be called-was fit to match this joyousness and this stateliness. What, I thought, if the pomp of river and roof and cloudy mountain walls of the world be made ready, as so often they had been before, only for the joy of the invisible gods For who has not known a day when some notable festival is manifestly celebrated by a most rare nobleness in the ways of the clouds, the colours of the woods, the glitter of the waters, yet on earth all has been as it was wont to be So far, the life of men moving to and fro across the bridges was like the old life that I knew, though, down below, upon the sparkling waters many birds were alighting, or were already seated like wondrous blossoms upon the bulwarks of a barge painted in parrotcolours-red and green.
