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Fragrance in the Writings of Joel Cook
Western countriesBy Joel CookWikipediaEverywhere in Fez is the sound of plashing fountains and running waters, the special solace of the Moors. There is an entire district of the most delicious gardens...
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Fragrance in the Writing of James Baldwin
Fragrance in the Writing of James BaldwinNext there was heard a joyous whistling among the pine trees, and a whir-whirring as of the wings of a thousand birds; and there was a fragrance in the air like...
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An island garden By Celia Thaxter
An island garden By Celia ThaxterThe most exquisite perfume known to my garden is that of the Wallflowers; there is nothing equal to it. They blossom early, and generally before June has passed they...
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Fragrance in the Writings of Matthew Arnold
Fragrance in the Writings of Matthew ArnoldBACCHANALIA; OR, THE NEW AGE,I.The evening comes, the fields are still.The tinkle of the thirsty rill,Unheard all day, ascends again;Deserted is the half-mown...
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Fragrance in the Writings of Richard Jefferies
https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File%3ACalifornia_Ranch_by_William_Keith%2C_1908.jpgperfumeAcres of perfume come on the wind from the black and white of the bean-field ; the firs fill the air by the...
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We have no other combination of British flowers which gives one such a sense of freedom as the wild fragrance of a heath or moor in full heather bloom! Eliza Cook's lines express the feelings of many...
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The moor is wild and vacant enough, however, and he who loves solitude may have his fill of it, if he keeps out of a few beaten paths, like the Doone Valley. As far as he can see, nothing appears to...
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The whistle of the North-Wester as it sweeps through the dried husks of last year's ling -the tongues of flame that start from the red mouth of the storm-sky—the thunder crash that dies in stifled...
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Now after a tedious two miles of stiffish collarwork we emerged right on the top of the moors, and a goodly prospect was before us. It was a glorious bit of moorland—a glowing expanse of purple...
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There is a little Breton village not far from the city of L'orient, which is conceded by those who love it best to be very much out of the world. Perched high upon a rocky fastness of the moor, like...
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Sitting upon the dwarf wall adjoining the garden he smoked in peace, watching the yellow-brown of gorse-strewn hills against blue sky counterchange their colouring until they stood out misty blue...
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The sun at his meridian pours forth his light, forgetting, in all the inspiration of his strength and glory, that without an altar-screen of green his love must scorch. Joy in life; joy in life. The...
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'It's indoors, sir, as kills half the people; being indoors three parts of the day, and next to that taking too much drink and vittals. Eating's as bad as drinking; and there ain't nothing like fresh...
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But they do want something more, without which all this expensive spoiling is quite thrown away. They want the unconscious teaching of the country, and without that they will never know the truths of...
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A single flower in a gloomy room will sometimes light it up as with a glory — the eye instantly rests upon it ; a single violet will fill the place with perfume.-Richard...
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Sometimes in early June the bright trifolium, drooping with its weight of flower, brushes against the passer-by—acre after acre of purple. Occasionally the odour of beans in blossom floats out over the...
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All the unwritten and inexpressible aspirations of her nature, her noble nature, crowded into this one emotion. In her love was her all, her existence, her breath, her thought, the very expression of...
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From the Scholar Gypsy by Matthew ArnoldThrough the thick corn the scarlet poppies peep,And round green roots and yellowing stalks I seePale blue convolvulus in tendrils creep;And air-swept lindens...
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Then the wind blew cool through the pinyons on the rim. There was a sweet tang of cedar and sage on the air and that indefinable fragrance peculiar to the canyon country of Arizona. ~Zane Grey, The...
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