The book Selections From the Writings of Lord Dunsany was written by author Edward John Moreton Drax Plunkett Dunsany Here you can read free online of Selections From the Writings of Lord Dunsany book, rate and share your impressions in comments. If you don't know what to write, just answer the question: Why is Selections From the Writings of Lord Dunsany a good or bad book?
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Unadorn- ed all save one, the Princess Lindcrith, who wear- eth Ong Zwarba and the three lesser gems of the sea. Such a stone is Ong Zwarba that there are none like it even in the turban of Nehemoth nor in all the sanctuaries of the sea. The same god that made Lin- derith made long ago Ong Zwarba; she and Ong Zwarba shine together with one light, and beside this marvellous stone gleam the three lesser ones of the sea. 'Now when the King sitteth in his opal alcove by the sacred lake with the orc...hids blooming around him all sounds are become still. The sound of the tramping of the weary slaves as they go round and round never comes to the surface. Long since the musicians sleep, and their hands have fallen dumb upon their instruments, and the voices in the city have died away. Perhaps a sigh of one of the desert SI i women has become half a song, or on a hot night in summer one of the women of the hills sings softly a song of snow; all night long in the midst of the purple garden sings one nightingale; all else is still; the stars that look on Babbulkund arise and set, the cold unhappy moon drifts lonely through them, the night wears on ; at last the dark figure of Nehemoth, eighty-second of his line, rises and moves stealthily away.
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