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No words that I know of will say what these mosses are . None are delicate enough , none perfect enough , none rich enough . How is one to tell of the rounded bosses of furred and beaming green , —the starred divisions of rubied bloom ...
No words that I know of will say what these mosses are . None are delicate enough , none perfect enough , none rich enough . How is one to tell of the rounded bosses of furred and beaming green , —the starred divisions of rubied bloom ...
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| Наслов | An Old Castle and Other Essays Essay Index Reprint Series |
| Аутор | Caleb Thomas Winchester |
| Уредник | Louis Bliss Gillet |
| Сарадник | Henry Woodd Nevinson |
| Издање | илустровано, поново одштампано издање |
| Издавач | Macmillan, 1922 |
| Оригинал из | Универзитет Харвард |
| Дигитализовано | 21 дец 2007 |
| ISBN | 0836922611, 9780836922615 |
| Дужина | 395 страница |
| Извоз навода | BiBTeX EndNote RefMan |