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Tue Apr 04 21:34:04 2017 1 The Project Gutenberg eBook, Dreamthorp, by Alexander Smith This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with almost no restrictions whatsoever.
You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org Title: Dreamthorp A Book of Essays Written in the Country Author: Alexander Smith Release Date: April 9, 2006 [eBook #18135] Language: English Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 ***START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK DREAMTHORP*** E-text prepared by Al Haines DREAMTHORP A Book of Essays Written in the Country by ALEXANDER SMITH London George Routledge & Sons, Limited New York: E.
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Dutton & Co. First Edition (in this series), July 1905 Reprinted November, 1907 Reprinted April, 1912 Contents DREAMTHORP ON THE WRITING OF ESSAYS OF DEATH AND THE FEAR OF DYING WILLIAM DUNBAR A LARK’S FLIGHT CHRISTMAS MEN OF LETTERS Tue Apr 04 21:34:04 2017 2 ON THE IMPORTANCE OF A MAN TO HIMSELF A SHELF IN MY BOOKCASE GEOFFREY CHAUCER BOOKS AND GARDENS ON VAGABONDS DREAMTHORP It matters not to relate how or when I became a denizen of Dreamthorp; it will be sufficient to say that I am not a born native, but that I came to reside in it a good while ago now.
The several towns and villages in which, in my time, I have pitched a tent did not please, for one obscure reason or another; this one was too large, t’other too small; but when, on a summer evening about the hour of eight, I first beheld Dreamthorp, with its westward-looking windows painted by sunset, its children playing in the single straggling street, the mothers knitting at the open doors, the fathers standing about in long white blouses, chatting or smoking; the great tower of the ruined castle rising high into the rosy air, with a whole troop of swallows--by distance made as small as gnats--skimming about its rents and fissures;--when I first beheld all this, I felt instincti...





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