The Fields of France: Little Essays in Descriptive SociologyChapman & Hall, 1904 - 317 стор. |
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The Fields of France: Little Essays in Descriptive Sociology Agnes Mary Frances Robinson Повний перегляд - 1904 |
The Fields of France: Little Essays in Descriptive Sociology (1904) Mary Duclaux,A. Mary F. Robinson Попередній перегляд недоступний - 2009 |
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Сторінка 59 - ... than in the hand, therefore nothing is more fit for that delight than to know what be the flowers and plants that do best perfume the air. Roses, damask and red, are fast flowers of their smells, so that you may walk by a whole row of them and find nothing of their sweetness, yea, though it be in a morning's dew.
Сторінка 107 - Je sais un paysan qu'on appelait Gros-Pierre, Qui, n'ayant pour tout bien qu'un seul quartier de terre, Y fit tout à l'entour faire un fossé bourbeux, Et de Monsieur de l'Isle en prit le nom pompeux.
Сторінка 117 - It is all in the hands of little proprietors, without the farms being so small as to occasion a vicious and miserable population.
Сторінка 117 - In his description of the country at the foot of the Western Pyrenees, he speaks no longer from surmise, but from knowledge. " Take * the road to Moneng, and come presently to a scene which was so new to me in France, that I could hardly believe my own eyes. A succession of many well-built, tight, and comfortable farming cottages built of stone and covered with tiles ; each having its little garden, enclosed by...
Сторінка 113 - Hurons, which appears incredible amidst inclosures; the people almost as wild as their country, and their town of Combourg one of the most brutal filthy places that can be seen ; mud houses, no windows, and a pavement so broken, as to impede all passengers, but ease none — yet here is a chateau, and inhabited; who is this Mons. de Chateaubriant, the owner that has nerves strung for a residence amidst such filth and poverty?
Сторінка 146 - Above all, in educating your little rustics, do not impose an ideal from without; work your reform from within. Make your scheme of education deliberately rural; be sober, just; teach them courage, and the contempt of mere ease and well-being; give them a wholesome, ample way of looking at things; instil the taste for an active life, the delight in physical energy. Try and turn out, not a mandarin, but a man of the fields.
Сторінка 115 - ... and other taxes. She had seven children, and the cow's milk helped to make the soup. But why, instead of a horse, do not you keep another cow? Oh, her husband could not carry his produce so well without a horse; and asses are little used in the country.
Сторінка 117 - ... some fine oaks scattered in the hedges, and young trees nursed up with so much care, that nothing but the fostering attention of the owner could effect anything like it.
Сторінка 153 - Every May, a beautiful fault frustrates this skilful venery, for, thick as grass, thick and sweet, the lily of the valley springs in all the brakes and shady places. The scent of the game will not lie across these miles of blossom. The hunters are in despair, and the deer, still deafened with the winter's yelp of the hounds — the deer, who sets his back against the sturdiest oak, and butts at the pack with his antlers, who swims the lakes, and from his island refuge sells his life as hard as he...