No Second SpringFrederick A. Stokes Company, 1933 - 304 pagine |
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Pagina 70
... mountains at the head of the loch . The Manse stood up the glen a good half- mile from the sea's edge . The road wound slowly upwards , the steeps of Scurr Dubh on the right and Ben Buie jutting angrily into the heavens on the left ...
... mountains at the head of the loch . The Manse stood up the glen a good half- mile from the sea's edge . The road wound slowly upwards , the steeps of Scurr Dubh on the right and Ben Buie jutting angrily into the heavens on the left ...
Pagina 99
... mountains are God's work , but they have no soul . True , they remain , whereas we pass , " he continued after a moment's thought , " but they remain soulless ; we pass on into a life immortal . Their permanence is as nothing to our ...
... mountains are God's work , but they have no soul . True , they remain , whereas we pass , " he continued after a moment's thought , " but they remain soulless ; we pass on into a life immortal . Their permanence is as nothing to our ...
Pagina 160
... mountains stood like mountains in cloud - land , ethereal , intangi- ble , as though they would melt into mist and distance . A haze hung over the sea , and far away the Island of Loga lay on the horizon like the fin of a giant fish ...
... mountains stood like mountains in cloud - land , ethereal , intangi- ble , as though they would melt into mist and distance . A haze hung over the sea , and far away the Island of Loga lay on the horizon like the fin of a giant fish ...
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