OF RICHARD JEFFERIES 



I am, of course, thinking not only of 

 the thoroughfare, Fleet Street, but of 

 all that the printing-press means. — 

 'Amaryllis at the Fair.' 



THE sun at his meridian pours 

 forth his light, forgetting, in 

 all the inspiration of his 

 strength and glory, that without an 

 altar-screen of green his love must 

 scorch. Joy in life; joy in life. The 

 ears listen, and want more ; the eyes are 

 gratified with gazing, and desire yet 

 further; the nostrils are filled with the 

 sweet odours of flower and sap. The 

 touch, too, has its pleasures, dallying 

 with leaf and flower. Can you not 

 almost grasp the odour-laden air and 

 hold it in the hollow of the hand? 1 — 

 1 Nature near London ' : Woodlands. 



1 ' Nature near London ' : Chatto and "Windus. 



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