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A Novel (Classic Reprint), Excerpt from Asphodel: A Novel 'And she was fair as it the rose in may.' 'Oh, you glorious old Sol, how I love you!' cried Daphne. It was a day on which common mortals were almost fainting with the heat, puffing and blowing and complaining - a blazing midsummer day; and even here, in the forest of Fontainebleau, where the mere idea of innumerable trees was suggestive of shadow and coolness, the heat was barely supportable a heavy slumberous heat, loud with the hum of millions of insects, perfumed with the breath of a thousand pines. Daphne revelled in the fierce sunshine - she threw back her crest of waving hair, bright as yellow gold, she smiled up at the cloudless blue, she looked unwinkingly even at Sol himself, the mighty unquenchable king of the sky, glorious yonder in his highest heaven. She was lying at full length on a moss-grown block of stone at the top of a hill, which was one of the highest points in the forest, a hill-top overlooking on one side a fair sweep of champagne country, fertile valleys, church steeples, village roofs, vineyards and rose gardens, and winding streams; and on the other side, woodlands stretching away into infinite distance, darkly purple. It was the choicest spot in a forest which, at its best, is a poor thing compared with the immemorial growth of an old English wood. Here there are no such oaks and beeches as our Hampshire forest can show - no such lovely mystical glades - no such richness of undergrowth. Everything seems of yesterday, save here and there a tree that looks as if ho had seen something of bygone generations, and hero and there a wreck of an ancient oak, proudly labelled 'The Groat Pharamond,' or 'Li Chene de Henri IV.,' with a placard hung round his poor old neck to say that ho is not to be damaged 'on pain of amend.' Such Pharamonds and Henris abound in the forest where Rufus was killed, and nobody heeds them. The owls build in them, tho field-mice find slicker in them, the woodpecker taps at them, unscared by placards or tho throat of an amend. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

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Excerpt from Asphodel: A Novel 'And she was fair as it the rose in may.' 'Oh, you glorious old Sol, how I love you!' cried Daphne. It was a day on which common mortals were almost fainting with the heat, puffing and blowing and complaining - a blazing midsummer day; and even here, in the forest of Fontainebleau, where the mere idea of innumerable trees was suggestive of shadow and coolness, the heat was barely supportable a heavy slumberous heat, loud with the hum of millions of insects, perfumed with the breath of a thousand pines. Daphne revelled in the fierce sunshine - she threw back her crest of waving hair, bright as yellow gold, she smiled up at the cloudless blue, she looked unwinkingly even at Sol himself, the mighty unquenchable king of the sky, glorious yonder in his highest heaven. She was lying at full length on a moss-grown block of stone at the top of a hill, which was one of the highest points in the forest, a hill-top overlooking on one side a fair sweep of champagne country, fertile valleys, church steeples, village roofs, vineyards and rose gardens, and winding streams; and on the other side, woodlands stretching away into infinite distance, darkly purple. It was the choicest spot in a forest which, at its best, is a poor thing compared with the immemorial growth of an old English wood. Here there are no such oaks and beeches as our Hampshire forest can show - no such lovely mystical glades - no such richness of undergrowth. Everything seems of yesterday, save here and there a tree that looks as if ho had seen something of bygone generations, and hero and there a wreck of an ancient oak, proudly labelled 'The Groat Pharamond,' or 'Li Chene de Henri IV.,' with a placard hung round his poor old neck to say that ho is not to be damaged 'on pain of amend.' Such Pharamonds and Henris abound in the forest where Rufus was killed, and nobody heeds them. The owls build in them, tho field-mice find slicker in them, the woodpecker taps at them, unscared by placards or tho throat of an amend. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works. Paperback, Label: Forgotten Books, Forgotten Books, Produktgruppe: Book, Publiziert: 2015-09-27, Studio: Forgotten Books, Verkaufsrang: 2348693.

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Excerpt from Asphodel: A Novel 'And she was fair as it the rose in may.' 'Oh, you glorious old Sol, how I love you!' cried Daphne. It was a day on which common mortals were almost fainting with the heat, puffing and blowing and complaining - a blazing midsummer day; and even here, in the forest of Fontainebleau, where the mere idea of innumerable trees was suggestive of shadow and coolness, the heat was barely supportable a heavy slumberous heat, loud with the hum of millions of insects, perfumed with the breath of a thousand pines. Daphne revelled in the fierce sunshine - she threw back her crest of waving hair, bright as yellow gold, she smiled up at the cloudless blue, she looked unwinkingly even at Sol himself, the mighty unquenchable king of the sky, glorious yonder in his highest heaven. She was lying at full length on a moss-grown block of stone at the top of a hill, which was one of the highest points in the forest, a hill-top overlooking on one side a fair sweep of champagne country, fertile valleys, church steeples, village roofs, vineyards and rose gardens, and winding streams; and on the other side, woodlands stretching away into infinite distance, darkly purple. It was the choicest spot in a forest which, at its best, is a poor thing compared with the immemorial growth of an old English wood. Here there are no such oaks and beeches as our Hampshire forest can show - no such lovely mystical glades - no such richness of undergrowth. Everything seems of yesterday, save here and there a tree that looks as if ho had seen something of bygone generations, and hero and there a wreck of an ancient oak, proudly labelled 'The Groat Pharamond,' or 'Li Chene de Henri IV.,' with a placard hung round his poor old neck to say that ho is not to be damaged 'on pain of amend.' Such Pharamonds and Henris abound in the forest where Rufus was killed, and nobody heeds them. The owls build in them, tho field-mice find slicker in them, the woodpecker taps at them, unscared by placards or tho throat of an amend. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works. Paperback, Label: Forgotten Books, Forgotten Books, Produktgruppe: Book, Publiziert: 2015-09-27, Studio: Forgotten Books, Verkaufsrang: 2348693.

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A Novel (Classic Reprint), Excerpt from Asphodel: A Novel'And she was fair as it the rose in may.''Oh, you glorious old Sol, how I love you!' cried Daphne.It was a day on which common mortals were almost fainting with the heat, puffing and blowing and complaining - a blazing midsummer day; and even here, in the forest of Fontainebleau, where the mere idea of innumerable trees was suggestive of shadow and coolness, the heat was barely supportable a heavy slumberous heat, loud with the hum of millions of insects, perfumed with the breath of a thousand pines.Daphne revelled in the fierce sunshine - she threw back her crest of waving hair, bright as yellow gold, she smiled up at the cloudless blue, she looked unwinkingly even at Sol himself, the mighty unquenchable king of the sky, glorious yonder in his highest heaven.She was lying at full length on a moss-grown block of stone at the top of a hill, which was one of the highest points in the forest, a hill-top overlooking on one side a fair sweep of champagne country, fertile valleys, church steeples, village roofs, vineyards and rose gardens, and winding streams; and on the other side, woodlands stretching away into infinite distance, darkly purple.It was the choicest spot in a forest which, at its best, is a poor thing compared with the immemorial growth of an old English wood. Here there are no such oaks and beeches as our Hampshire forest can show - no such lovely mystical glades - no such richness of undergrowth. Everything seems of yesterday, save here and there a tree that looks as if ho had seen something of bygone generations, and hero and there a wreck of an ancient oak, proudly labelled 'The Groat Pharamond,' or 'Li Chene de Henri IV.,' with a placard hung round his poor old neck to say that ho is not to be damaged 'on pain of amend.' Such Pharamonds and Henris abound in the forest where Rufus was killed, and nobody heeds them. The owls build in them, tho field-mice find slicker in them, the woodpecker taps at them, unscared by placards or tho throat of an amend.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

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