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  • 青娱乐极品视觉盛宴

  • 青娱乐极品视觉盛宴

  • 青娱乐极品视觉盛宴

  • 青娱乐极品视觉盛宴

  • 青娱乐极品视觉盛宴


青娱乐极品视觉盛宴

tellated mansion glanc▓ing through magnificent plantations, with the▓ir glades and lawns of emerald issu●ing from the deeper shadows as jewels of the s▓unshine.Mamhead just visib

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青娱乐极品视觉盛宴

坮k, dense woods; and farther still in▓ the distance, woody uplands and bar▓ren rocks towering above the ▓broken summits of the headlands, taking every● grotesque form from the c

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青娱乐极品视觉盛宴

ov●e them, and at length fading i▓nto ether, changing like phantasmagoria beneath▓ the magic influence of light and shade, and mi●st and sun. My path now lay across one or● t

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with a perfect● mosaic of gold, and white and ●green, formed by the patches of grass, king●cup, and daisy, leading into tho●se narrow, luxuriant lanes, with t●heir gurgling streamlets and clustering flowers ●which mark at once the county of Devon▓. The hedges rose high above my he▓ad, and from them sprung forth● the oak, and elm, and beech, and ash, bearing● the weight of centuries on their lofty trunks ▓and far-spreading branches; the haw●thorn, with its blossoms just▓ tipping its rich green as with a ●shower of snow; and the holly standi▓ng forth, dark and stern, amid the mo▓re tender foliage of the early spring.● Every field-gate or occasional break in the ▓hedge disclosed a complete mass of▓ hill, and wood, and orchard; on one side bou▓nded by sea and sky, on the other stretch▓ing farther and farther inland, till hills m●et the sky, and seemed to close around t●he landscape.Every shade of green, fr▓om the darkest to the lightest, was visible in t●he tender foliage—some as if already clothed i▓n the intenser hues of summer;▓ others so lightly, so delicately shade●d, that their exquisite tracery w●as distinctly marked against● the clear blue sky.The orchar▓ds already lay as patches of● snow in their verdant dells, a●nd primroses and violets by thousands c▓lustered on the banks of the clear, trickli▓ng streamlet which skirted the deep green ▓hedge as a fringe of silver.● I do so love the primrose;▓ there is something so sad and pensive in her m●eek, pale flowers, gleaming forth as s●ilent stars from their darkly-closin▓g leaves, and bending over the laughin●g waters, as if their very mirth ●were sad to her.And the deep purple ▓violet, shrouding itself in si●lence, yet seeming in its very ▓scent, to smile and whisper joy.And▓ the speedwel