‘Vale of Blakemore or Blackmoor.’
‘Durbeyfield lay waiting on the grass and daisies in the evening sun.’
‘for the most part untrodden as yet by tourist or landscape painter’
‘fertile and sheltered tract of country’
‘lanes are white…atmosphere colourless’
‘Everything on this snug property was bright, thriving, and well kept’
‘Everything looked like money… last coin issued from the Mint’
‘smoke that pervaded the tent’
‘blood-red ray in the spectrum of her young life’
‘a thorn of the rose…pricked her chin’
‘prophetic bird…clear-voiced conviction…knows the correct time of the day’
‘Rising still an immense landscape stretched around them on every side; behind, the green valley of her birth, before, a gray country of which she knew nothing except from her first brief visit to Trantridge.’
‘birds with a propriety air’
‘bullfinches…teach ‘em airs’
‘there was never before such a beautiful thing in Nature or Art as you look’
‘bullfinches occupied the same apartment where they flitted about freely at certain hours’
‘a faint luminous fog…enveloped them’
‘The Chase-the oldest wood in England’
‘’Above them rose the primeval yews and oaks of the Chase, in which were poised gentle roosting birds in their last lap’
‘on account of the fog the Chase was wrapped in thick darkness’
‘poised gentle roosting birds in their last nap’
‘gazed over the familiar green world beyond, now half veiled in mist’
‘serpent rises where the sweet birds sing’
‘hazy sunrise’
‘the paint with which they were smeared, intensified in hue by the sunlight, imparted to them a look of having been dipped in liquid fire’
‘the field had already been opened’
‘the arms of the mechanical reaper revolving slowly… standing corn was reduced to small area as the morning wore on.’
‘mechanical reaper revolving slowly’
‘standing corn was reduced to smaller area’
‘the trees were just as green as before; the birds sang and the sun