Poetry Books by Sir Charles George Douglas Roberts

Sir Charles George Douglas Roberts Books, Sir Charles George Douglas Roberts poetry book The Ledge on Bald Face Authors: Charles George Douglas Roberts, Sir
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"[...]with the ample panorama that unfolded before them. He imagined-for the woodsman, dwelling so much alone, is apt to indulge some strange imaginings-that he could feel his very spirit enlarging, as if to take full measure of these splendid breadths of sunlit, wind-washed space. Presently, with a pleasant thrill, he observed that just ahead of him the ledge went round an abrupt shoulder of the rockface at a point where there was a practically sheer drop of many hundreds of feet into what appeared a feather-soft carpet of treetops. He looked shrewdly to the security of his footing as he approached, and also to the roughnesses of the rock above the ledge, in case a sudden violent gust should chance to assail him just [...]".

Sir Charles George Douglas Roberts Books, Sir Charles George Douglas Roberts poetry book The Watchers of the Trails Authors: Sir Charles G. D. Roberts
Publisher: London : T. Nelson, [190-]
Published Date: 1904
Categories: Animals
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Sir Charles George Douglas Roberts Books, Sir Charles George Douglas Roberts poetry book Selected Poetry and Critical Prose Authors: Sir Charles George Douglas Roberts
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Published Date: 1974
Categories: Canadian poetry
The purpose of this selection of critical prose and 118 chronologically arranged poems is to make available to students of Canadian literature the main materials upon which a considered appreciation of Roberts' writing can be based.



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