Books with author Brinsley McNamara

This book was originally published prior to 1923, and represents a reproduction of an important historical work, maintaining the same format as the original work. While some publishers have opted to apply OCR (optical character recognition) technology to the process, we believe this leads to sub-optimal results (frequent typographical errors, strange characters and confusing formatting) and does not adequately preserve the historical character of the original artifact. We believe this work is culturally important in its original archival form. While we strive to adequately clean and digitally enhance the original work, there are occasionally instances where imperfections such as blurred or missing pages, poor pictures or errant marks may have been introduced due to either the quality of the original work or the scanning process itself. Despite these occasional imperfections, we have brought it back into print as part of our ongoing global book preservation commitment, providing customers with access to the best possible historical reprints. We appreciate your understanding of these occasional imperfections, and sincerely hope you enjoy seeing the book in a format as close as possible to that intended by the original publisher.

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This work has been selected by scholars as being culturally important, and is part of the knowledge base of civilization as we know it. This work was reproduced from the original artifact, and remains as true to the original work as possible. Therefore, you will see the original copyright references, library stamps (as most of these works have been housed in our most important libraries around the world), and other notations in the work.This work is in the public domain in the United States of America, and possibly other nations. Within the United States, you may freely copy and distribute this work, as no entity (individual or corporate) has a copyright on the body of the work.As a reproduction of a historical artifact, this work may contain missing or blurred pages, poor pictures, errant marks, etc. Scholars believe, and we concur, that this work is important enough to be preserved, reproduced, and made generally available to the public. We appreciate your support of the preservation process, and thank you for being an important part of keeping this knowledge alive and relevant.

The children came adventurously across the old broken fences into the wild, weedy orchard of the crab trees. It was a way more in keeping with the desertion and desolation of the orchard to come like this rather than up the grass-grown boreen and through all the wooden gates with their lichened, half-rotten bars. At the last fence they paused, and their bare legs gleamed whitely against the rank profusion of the untended hedge. It was Saturday morning, and the day in itself stood for release from school and the freedom of the fields Their young, bright minds were filled with gladness, and amid all the wild wonder of the grassy spaces there was no place at all that held the same lure as the crab-tree orchard. It was a place that never seemed lonely like the low lakes of the valley or the hills all splashed with golden furze up which one climbed into the rich, windy fields. It never seemed to hold to itself any life of pain making a pang of separation to flow into their hearts when the evening fell. There was something lovely that seemed to linger about it always hiding affectionately what life or death it held from all mean, sad things. No beautiful place out of a fairy story had ever been contrived by telling to their minds, and so the eyes of all their longing reached out to this place. .. .A nd the crabs were not a bit like other crabs. They were sweet, sweet nearly as apples and, besides, they were forbidden fruit, and without a single trace of sourness.(Typographical errors above are due to OCR software and don't occur in the book.)About the Publisher Forgotten Books is a publisher of historical writings, such as: Philosophy, Classics, Science, Religion, History, Folklore and Mythology.Forgotten Books' Classic Reprint Series utilizes the latest technology to regenerate facsimiles of historically important writings. Careful attention has been made to accurately preserve the o

This work has been selected by scholars as being culturally important, and is part of the knowledge base of civilization as we know it. This work was reproduced from the original artifact, and remains as true to the original work as possible. Therefore, you will see the original copyright references, library stamps (as most of these works have been housed in our most important libraries around the world), and other notations in the work.This work is in the public domain in the United States of America, and possibly other nations. Within the United States, you may freely copy and distribute this work, as no entity (individual or corporate) has a copyright on the body of the work.As a reproduction of a historical artifact, this work may contain missing or blurred pages, poor pictures, errant marks, etc. Scholars believe, and we concur, that this work is important enough to be preserved, reproduced, and made generally available to the public. We appreciate your support of the preservation process, and thank you for being an important part of keeping this knowledge alive and relevant.

Leather Binding on Spine and Corners with Golden Leaf Printing on round Spine (extra customization on request like complete leather, Golden Screen printing in Front, Color Leather, Colored book etc.) Reprinted in 2019 with the help of original edition published long back [1921]. This book is printed in black & white, sewing binding for longer life, Printed on high quality Paper, re-sized as per Current standards, professionally processed without changing its contents. As these are old books, we processed each page manually and make them readable but in some cases some pages which are blur or missing or black spots. If it is multi volume set, then it is only single volume, if you wish to order a specific or all the volumes you may contact us. We expect that you will understand our compulsion in these books. We found this book important for the readers who want to know more about our old treasure so we brought it back to the shelves. Hope you will like it and give your comments and suggestions. Lang: - eng, Pages 308. EXTRA 10 DAYS APART FROM THE NORMAL SHIPPING PERIOD WILL BE REQUIRED FOR LEATHER BOUND BOOKS. COMPLETE LEATHER WILL COST YOU EXTRA US$ 25 APART FROM THE LEATHER BOUND BOOKS. {FOLIO EDITION IS ALSO AVAILABLE.}

Excerpt from The Mirror in the DuskThe children came adventurously across the old broken fences into the wild, weedy orchard of the crab trees. It was a way more in keeping with the desertion and desolation of the orchard to come like this rather than up the grass-grown boreen and through all the wooden gates with their lichened, half-rotten bars. At the last fence they paused, and their bare legs gleamed whitely against the rank profusion of the untended hedge. It was saturday morning, and the day ln itself stood for release from school and the freedom of the fields Their young, bright minds were filled with gladness, and amid all the wild wonder of the grassy spaces there was no place at all that held the same lure as the crab-tree orchard. It was a place that never seemed lonely like the low lakes of the valley or the hills all splashed with golden furze up which one climbed into the rich, windy fields. It never seemed to hold to itself any life of pain making a pang of separation to flow into their hearts when the evening fell. There was something lovely that seemed to linger about it always hiding affectionately what life or death it held from all mean, sad things. No beautiful place out of a fairy story had ever been contrived by telling to their minds, and so the eyes of all their longing reached out to this place. And the crabs were not a bit like other crabs. They were sweet, sweet nearly as apples and, besides, they were forbidden fruit, and without a single trace of sourness.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis 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.