Little Masters of Germany, The by Scott, William Bell - 1880

The Society of Antiquaries of London, 2005. Book. Very Good. Soft cover. Very good condition. Minor edgewear. All intact. No writing or marking..

Alligator Records, 2002-01-22. audioCD. Good. 5x4x0. Includes audio CD with light surface scratching, liner notes and artwork in the original jewel case.

Dover Publications, 1998-12-23. Paperback. Very Good. Ships Out Tomorrow!

Dover Publications, 1998-12-23. Paperback. Good.

Facsimile Publisher , pp. 156 . Hardback. New.

IDB Productions, 2018-01-01. MP3 CD. New.

MP3 Audio CD. They're in the corner of the field, The last field they shall have to shear, They've left and tied one bunch, ?the hare,? Called in harvest language here. So I shall leave my books and toys, My Nankin blues and other pets, For still to pass on pleasantly One must pay dame fashion's debts. To give the prize, the silver coin, To him who hits the mark, or she, I hope indeed it may be Jane, Who makes the sickle rightly flee, To cut the bunch, to kill ?the hare,? The last grain cut of all the year: But no, it is douce Donald Bain, So rarely fate accords a cheer! Already the wide kitchen blooms With wreaths of evergreens and flowers, The solid roasts are almost done, To try their gathered festive powers. All disappear till evensong, And then we see the fiddle-case, With gay escort of twos and threes, Girls and their lovers drest with grace. The hour arrives, the ample board Is girt by young and old alike, Anon it disappears, and then Twenty pairs of hands they strike, The fiddler mounts, the… Read More

MP3 Audio CD. They're in the corner of the field, The last field they shall have to shear, They've left and tied one bunch, ?the hare,? Called in harvest language here. So I shall leave my books and toys, My Nankin blues and other pets, For still to pass on pleasantly One must pay dame fashion's debts. To give the prize, the silver coin, To him who hits the mark, or she, I hope indeed it may be Jane, Who makes the sickle rightly flee, To cut the bunch, to kill ?the hare,? The last grain cut of all the year: But no, it is douce Donald Bain, So rarely fate accords a cheer! Already the wide kitchen blooms With wreaths of evergreens and flowers, The solid roasts are almost done, To try their gathered festive powers. All disappear till evensong, And then we see the fiddle-case, With gay escort of twos and threes, Girls and their lovers drest with grace. The hour arrives, the ample board Is girt by young and old alike, Anon it disappears, and then Twenty pairs of hands they strike, The fiddler mounts, the… Read More

UsedVeryGood. signs of little wear on the cover.

UsedLikeNew. Remainder mark