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Wee Wifie Rosa Nouchette Carey
Wee Wifie
Rosa Nouchette Carey
Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. Tennyson's Princess. Not much of a picture, certainly! Only a stretch of wide sunny road, with a tamarisk hedge and a clump of shadowy elms; a stray sheep nibbling in a grass ditch; and a brown baby asleep on a bench; beyond, low broad fields of grain whitening to harvest, and a distant film and haze-blue cloudiness, and the deep monotonous sound of the great sea. Yellow sunshine, green turf, the buoyancy of salt spray in the air; some one, trailing a white gown unheeded in the sandy dust, pauses a moment under the flickering elms to admire the scene.
| Medios de comunicación | Libros Paperback Book (Libro con tapa blanda y lomo encolado) |
| Publicado | 12 de junio de 2016 |
| ISBN13 | 9781523971770 |
| Editores | Createspace Independent Publishing Platf |
| Páginas | 126 |
| Dimensiones | 216 × 280 × 7 mm · 308 g |
| Lengua | Inglés |
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