Excerpt from My Lady Isobel: A Tale
Holding its turrets proudly in the air, Its lordly towers and its minarets; While sullen lay the moat, its sluggish breast Scarce stirring to the whisper of the breeze Which stole among the thickly wooded hills To lull the tree tops with its voice of love.
It was the budding season of the Spring When baby leaves unfold, and all is fair With promises of happiness and love!
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.
Die Inhaltsangabe kann sich auf eine andere Ausgabe dieses Titels beziehen.
Anbieter: PBShop.store US, Wood Dale, IL, USA
HRD. Zustand: New. New Book. Shipped from UK. Established seller since 2000. Artikel-Nr. LX-9780332343242
Anbieter: PBShop.store UK, Fairford, GLOS, Vereinigtes Königreich
HRD. Zustand: New. New Book. Shipped from UK. Established seller since 2000. Artikel-Nr. LX-9780332343242
Anzahl: 15 verfügbar