OF RICHARD JEFFERIES 



ideas to convey it. It is ten years since 

 I last reclined on that grass plot, and 

 yet I have been writing of it as if it was 

 yesterday, and every blade of grass is as 

 visible and real to me now as then. — 

 'The Life of the Fields': Meadow 

 Thoughts. 



THERE is something beyond the 

 philosophies in the light, in 

 the grass-blades, the leaf, the 

 grasshopper, the sparrow on the wall. 

 Some day the great and beautiful thought 

 which hovers on the confines of the mind 

 will at last alight. In that is hope, the 

 whole sky is full of abounding hope. 

 Something beyond the books, that is 

 consolation.— 'The Life of the Fields': 

 Meadow Thoughts. 



NATURE flingstreasures abroad, 

 puffs them with open lips 

 along on every breeze, piles 

 up lavish layers of them in the free open 



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