Eden Phillpotts eBooks
eBooks di Eden Phillpotts editi da Forgotten Books
Storm in a Teacup. E-book. Formato PDF Eden Phillpotts - Forgotten Books, 2017 -
How musical are the place names on the tidal water of Dart. Tuckenhay and Greenway, Stoke Gabriel and Dittisham, Sharpham and Duncannon - a chime of bells to the native ear that knows them.To-day autumn rainbows burnt low on the ferny hills and set their russet flashing. Then hailstorms churned the river into a flurry and swept seaward under a grey cowl. They came with a rush of wind, that brought scarlet leaves from the wild cherry and gold dust from the larch; but soon the air cleared and the sun returned, while the silver fret of the river's face grew calm again to mirror far-off things. Easterly, the red earth arched low on the blue sky; west spread cobweb-grey orchards, their leaves fallen, their last of apples still twinkling - topaz and ruby - among the lichens of their ancient boughs. Then broad, oaken hangers met the beech scrub and the pale oak foliage was as a flame dancing above the red-hot fire of the beeches. Their conflagrations blazed along the tideway and their reflected colour poured down over the woods into the water.
The Nursery: Banks of Colne. E-book. Formato PDF Eden Phillpotts - Forgotten Books, 2017 -
Down the street that falls from Colchester to Hythe, on an evening in high summer, there walked a young woman. None accosted her, for none knew her. A man or two turned a second glance upon her, because she was fair to see and her widow's weeds made a striking frame for the picture of her corn-coloured hair, grey eyes, and beautiful mouth; but she was a stranger, and, as she strolled down Hythe Hill, she re?ected that not a soul of all the thou sands circling round about her had ever seen her face or heard her name. The thought cheered her rather than cast her down. Resolution and humour both horned in her expression; her almond-shaped eyes were keen, her mouth was wide awake. The lips moved and tightened sometimes. She looked about her and marked everything; occasionally she lifted her hands to shut in a picture, or half closed her eyes to get the colour values of a scene, as artists will. She wore little crape, yet contrived to make it clear that she was a widow, newly made. Her interest in the scene about her was fitful, for between moments of attention to the life and bustle of the quays on Colne river-side, the woman retreated into herself. But out ward forms of things their lines and colours and move ments — continually attracted her eyes and distracted her thoughts.
The Beacon. E-book. Formato PDF Eden Phillpotts - Forgotten Books, 2017 -
Little brooks gush out from the hill to swell larger rivers beneath, and there are many water springs within her; for armature she has the granite; her ves ture is the great and lesser furze, brake fern and heath. Marsh ?owers adorn her and the fragrant shrub that haunts water. Her jewels, the sphagna mosses, make light by spring and mire; they gleam, there in emerald and pale gold, here with orange and the colour of red wine. Cotton grass nods its pearls, and the seeding rush enriches every bog with russet and tawny.