The Spell of Scotland - The Spell Series - The Original Classic Edition
Nonfiction, Reference & Language, Reference, Fiction & Literature
| Author: | Keith Clark | ISBN: | 9781486495283 |
| Publisher: | Emereo Publishing | Publication: | March 13, 2013 |
| Imprint: | Emereo Publishing | Language: | English |
| Author: | Keith Clark |
| ISBN: | 9781486495283 |
| Publisher: | Emereo Publishing |
| Publication: | March 13, 2013 |
| Imprint: | Emereo Publishing |
| Language: | English |
Finally available, a high quality book of the original classic edition of The Spell of Scotland - The Spell Series. 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 Keith Clark, which is now, at last, again available to you.
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Enjoy this classic work today. These selected paragraphs distill the contents and give you a quick look inside The Spell of Scotland - The Spell Series:
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It is a royal progress, out of Edinburgh into the Middle Marches; past Dalkeith where James IV rode to meet and marry Margaret of England; past Borthwick, where Queen Mary spent that strange hot-trod honeymoon with Bothwell—of all place of emotion this is the most difficult to realize, and I can but think Mary's heart was broken here, and the heartbreak at Carberry Hill was but an echo of this; past Lauder, where the nobles of ignoble James III hung his un-noble favourite from the stone arch of the bridge; into the level rays of a setting sun—always the setting sun throws a more revealing light than that of noonday over this Scotland. ...I wandered about, stopping in the empty sloping market-place to look at the Cross, which is as old as the Abbey; looking at the graveyard which surrounds the Abbey, where men lie, common men unsung in Scottish minstrelsy, except as part of the great hosts, men who heard the news when it was swift and fresh from Bannockburn, and Flodden, and Culloden; and where men and women still insert their mortality into this immortality—Elizabeth Clephane who wrote the 'Ninety and Nine' lies there; and out into the country and down by the Tweed toward the Holy Pool, the Haly Wheel, to wonder if when I came again in the middle night, I, too, should see the white lady rise in mist from the waters, this lady of Bemersyde who had loved a monk of Melrose not wisely but very well, and who drowned herself in this water where the monk in penance took daily plunges, come summer, come winter.
Finally available, a high quality book of the original classic edition of The Spell of Scotland - The Spell Series. 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 Keith Clark, which is now, at last, again available to you.
Get the PDF and EPUB NOW as well. Included in your purchase you have The Spell of Scotland - The Spell Series 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 The Spell of Scotland - The Spell Series:
Look inside the book:
It is a royal progress, out of Edinburgh into the Middle Marches; past Dalkeith where James IV rode to meet and marry Margaret of England; past Borthwick, where Queen Mary spent that strange hot-trod honeymoon with Bothwell—of all place of emotion this is the most difficult to realize, and I can but think Mary's heart was broken here, and the heartbreak at Carberry Hill was but an echo of this; past Lauder, where the nobles of ignoble James III hung his un-noble favourite from the stone arch of the bridge; into the level rays of a setting sun—always the setting sun throws a more revealing light than that of noonday over this Scotland. ...I wandered about, stopping in the empty sloping market-place to look at the Cross, which is as old as the Abbey; looking at the graveyard which surrounds the Abbey, where men lie, common men unsung in Scottish minstrelsy, except as part of the great hosts, men who heard the news when it was swift and fresh from Bannockburn, and Flodden, and Culloden; and where men and women still insert their mortality into this immortality—Elizabeth Clephane who wrote the 'Ninety and Nine' lies there; and out into the country and down by the Tweed toward the Holy Pool, the Haly Wheel, to wonder if when I came again in the middle night, I, too, should see the white lady rise in mist from the waters, this lady of Bemersyde who had loved a monk of Melrose not wisely but very well, and who drowned herself in this water where the monk in penance took daily plunges, come summer, come winter.
