Mearing Stones - Leaves from my Note-Book on Tramp in Donegal - The Original Classic Edition
Nonfiction, Reference & Language, Reference, Social & Cultural Studies, Social Science, Fiction & Literature
| Author: | Joseph Campbell | ISBN: | 9781486497836 |
| Publisher: | Emereo Publishing | Publication: | March 14, 2013 |
| Imprint: | Emereo Publishing | Language: | English |
| Author: | Joseph Campbell |
| ISBN: | 9781486497836 |
| Publisher: | Emereo Publishing |
| Publication: | March 14, 2013 |
| Imprint: | Emereo Publishing |
| Language: | English |
Finally available, a high quality book of the original classic edition of Mearing Stones - Leaves from my Note-Book on Tramp in Donegal. It was previously published by other bona fide publishers, and is now, after many years, back in print.
This is a new and freshly published edition of this culturally important work by Joseph Campbell, which is now, at last, again available to you.
Get the PDF and EPUB NOW as well. Included in your purchase you have Mearing Stones - Leaves from my Note-Book on Tramp in Donegal in EPUB AND PDF format to read on any tablet, eReader, desktop, laptop or smartphone simultaneous - Get it NOW.
Enjoy this classic work today. These selected paragraphs distill the contents and give you a quick look inside Mearing Stones - Leaves from my Note-Book on Tramp in Donegal:
Look inside the book:
Then the king-fern, the splendid osmunda regalis; the delicate maidenhair and hart’s-tongue, rooted in the crannies of walls; bog-mint and bog-myrtle, deliciously fragrant after rain, and the white tossing ceanabhán; brier-roses and woodbine; the drooping convolvulus; blue-bough; Fairies’ cabbage, or London Pride; pignuts and anemones; amber water-lilies, curiously scented; orchises, purple and white; wild daffodils and marigolds, gilding the wet meadows between hills; crotal, a moss rather than a herb, but beautiful to look at and most serviceable to the dyer; eyebright and purple mountain saxifrage; crested ling; tufts of sea-holly, with their green, fleshy, spiked leaves; and lake-sedge and sand-grass, blown through by soft winds and murmurous with the hum of bees. ...A young Ardara man, a poet and dreamer in his way, told me that poetry most frequently came to him when he was near water; wandering, say, by the edge of Lochros, or looking down from Bracky Bridge at the stream as it forced its way through impeding boulders to the sea.
Finally available, a high quality book of the original classic edition of Mearing Stones - Leaves from my Note-Book on Tramp in Donegal. It was previously published by other bona fide publishers, and is now, after many years, back in print.
This is a new and freshly published edition of this culturally important work by Joseph Campbell, which is now, at last, again available to you.
Get the PDF and EPUB NOW as well. Included in your purchase you have Mearing Stones - Leaves from my Note-Book on Tramp in Donegal in EPUB AND PDF format to read on any tablet, eReader, desktop, laptop or smartphone simultaneous - Get it NOW.
Enjoy this classic work today. These selected paragraphs distill the contents and give you a quick look inside Mearing Stones - Leaves from my Note-Book on Tramp in Donegal:
Look inside the book:
Then the king-fern, the splendid osmunda regalis; the delicate maidenhair and hart’s-tongue, rooted in the crannies of walls; bog-mint and bog-myrtle, deliciously fragrant after rain, and the white tossing ceanabhán; brier-roses and woodbine; the drooping convolvulus; blue-bough; Fairies’ cabbage, or London Pride; pignuts and anemones; amber water-lilies, curiously scented; orchises, purple and white; wild daffodils and marigolds, gilding the wet meadows between hills; crotal, a moss rather than a herb, but beautiful to look at and most serviceable to the dyer; eyebright and purple mountain saxifrage; crested ling; tufts of sea-holly, with their green, fleshy, spiked leaves; and lake-sedge and sand-grass, blown through by soft winds and murmurous with the hum of bees. ...A young Ardara man, a poet and dreamer in his way, told me that poetry most frequently came to him when he was near water; wandering, say, by the edge of Lochros, or looking down from Bracky Bridge at the stream as it forced its way through impeding boulders to the sea.
