Excerpt from Blanche Dearwood: A Tale of Modern Life
Spreading down to the river's edge, was a fine old lawn, whose sunny surface was shadowed richly here and there by clusters of great trees, and diversified by clumps of shrubbery. There was also, in a shaded nook, a pleasant and quaintly-constructed bower-house, with fragrant vines and ﬂowers growing about it; while to the right and left extended orchards and gardens, with labyrinthine walks, sunny glades, and sweetly-sheltered spots with Opening vistas to the river's side.
There was no cunning, no subtle art, no lofty effort of architectural genius in the construction of this mansion. It was a very simple ad'air. The architect who planned it could scarcely have been an enthusiast in his grand art - he could have been infected but little with dreams of beauty and, in his simple, honest brain, neither Grecian column nor Gothic vault could have held high place. He never had been inspired by the contemplation of those undying creations of the olden world, that live as a perpetual and magnificent eulogy upon the race they commemorate. There was no eloquence in art for him - stones had never preached a sermon to his soul.
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.show more