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Excerpt from Come Hither: A Collection of Rhymes and Poems for the Young of All Ages
IN my rovings and ramblings as a boy I had often skirted the old stone house in the hollow. But my first clear remembrance of it is of a hot summer's day. I had climbed to the Crest of a hill till then unknown to me, and stood there, hot and breathless in the bright slippery grass, looking down on its grey walls and chimneys as if out of a dream. And as if out of a dream already familiar to me.
My real intention in setting out from home that morn ing had been to get to a place called East Dene. My mother had often spoken to me of East Dene - of its trees and waters and green pastures, and the rare birds and ?owers to be found there. Ages ago, she had told me, an ancestor of our family had dwelt in this place. But she smiled a little strangely When I asked her to take me there. All in good time, my dear, she Whispered into my ear.
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IN my rovings and ramblings as a boy I had often skirted the old stone house in the hollow. But my first clear remembrance of it is of a hot summer's day. I had climbed to the Crest of a hill till then unknown to me, and stood there, hot and breathless in the bright slippery grass, looking down on its grey walls and chimneys as if out of a dream. And as if out of a dream already familiar to me.
My real intention in setting out from home that morn ing had been to get to a place called East Dene. My mother had often spoken to me of East Dene - of its trees and waters and green pastures, and the rare birds and ?owers to be found there. Ages ago, she had told me, an ancestor of our family had dwelt in this place. But she smiled a little strangely When I asked her to take me there. All in good time, my dear, she Whispered into my ear.
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.
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Publisher - Forgotten Books
Author(s) - Walter de la Mare
Hardback
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ISBN - 9780331425673
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Page Count - 737
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ISBN - 9780243472253
Dimensions - 22.9 x 15.2 x 3.9 cm
Page Count - 739
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