Behind these sallows, in a nook between them and the hill, rose the uncouth and shapeless cottage of Tom Cordery. It is a scene which hangs upon the eye and the memory, striking, grand, almost sublime, and above all eminently foreign. No English painter... The Works of Mary Russell Mitford: Prose and Verse, Viz. Our Village ... - Page 48 by Mary Russell Mitford - 1846 - 672 pages Full view -
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