Dolores (Classic Reprint)

Excerpt from Dolores An April afternoon in fair Normandy, - an afternoon all the fresher and brighter for the new-fallen rain that has cleared the clouds from the sky, and left its only trace in the glistening drops which spangle the soft green leaves. How fair sweet mother earth looks, how joyous, how beaming, in the perennial youth that comes to her alone! The heart which feels no responsive throb to her brightness this day must indeed be deeply scored by pain and care. All nature is awake; soft scent of flowers, sweet song of birds fill the air, not with the drowsy lulling languor of summer-time, but with the keen quickening vigor of awakening life and energy. An afternoon when one thanks God for life, when one's heart throbs with a sudden choking pity for the eyes that are closed to all this fair brightness, for the ears that no longer hear those sweet glad sounds, for the lips that are mute, ah, God! to us who once watched so wistfully for their unclosing. Down in the valley, the winding Seine flowing at its foot, lies the ancient city of Rouen, rearing its triumphs of past generations to the blue sky, - its splendid piles of Gothic architecture, its lace-work of fretted stone. 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.