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... Trees - Their Loss Irreparable as the Loss of Friends - A Fine Type of Englishman - Lines in Memory of W. D. Llewelyn . CHAPTER XVI , SUMMER DAYS ON THE COTSWOLDS · A Walk in the Fields - Hedgerow Flowers - The Brookside - By " the Pill ...
... Trees - Their Loss Irreparable as the Loss of Friends - A Fine Type of Englishman - Lines in Memory of W. D. Llewelyn . CHAPTER XVI , SUMMER DAYS ON THE COTSWOLDS · A Walk in the Fields - Hedgerow Flowers - The Brookside - By " the Pill ...
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... tree's shade , " yet rests the body of the mighty poet , Gray . How those lines run in one's head this bright summer evening , as from our railway carriage we note the great white dome of Stoke House peeping out amid the elms ! whilst ...
... tree's shade , " yet rests the body of the mighty poet , Gray . How those lines run in one's head this bright summer evening , as from our railway carriage we note the great white dome of Stoke House peeping out amid the elms ! whilst ...
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... trees as you will see nowhere else . The Thames runs practically through the grounds . What a glorious carpet of gold is spread over these meadows when the buttercups are in full bloom ! Now comes Pangbourne , with its lovely weir ...
... trees as you will see nowhere else . The Thames runs practically through the grounds . What a glorious carpet of gold is spread over these meadows when the buttercups are in full bloom ! Now comes Pangbourne , with its lovely weir ...
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... trees ; but in many places the farmers have spoilt their beauty by lopping off the lower branches because the grass will not grow under their wide - spreading foliage . It is only in the parks and woodlands that the real glory of the ...
... trees ; but in many places the farmers have spoilt their beauty by lopping off the lower branches because the grass will not grow under their wide - spreading foliage . It is only in the parks and woodlands that the real glory of the ...
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Joseph Arthur Gibbs. brightness of the western sky ; now a tracery of fine trees shades for a time the dazzling light ; then suddenly the fiery furnace is revealed again , reflected perhaps in the waters of some stream or amid the reeds ...
Joseph Arthur Gibbs. brightness of the western sky ; now a tracery of fine trees shades for a time the dazzling light ; then suddenly the fiery furnace is revealed again , reflected perhaps in the waters of some stream or amid the reeds ...
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