The Trumpeter Swan - Bailey, Temple
16,99 €
inkl. MwSt.
Versandkostenfrei*
Versandfertig in 1-2 Wochen
payback
8 °P sammeln
  • Broschiertes Buch

She did not need a hat. It would have hidden her hair. George Dalton, watching her from the door, decided that he had never seen such hair, bronze, parted on the side, with a thick wave across the forehead, it shaded eyes which were clear wells of light. She was a little thing with a quality in her youth which made one think of the year at the spring, of the day at morn, of Botticelli's Simonetta, of Shelley's lark, of Wordsworth's daffodils, of Keats' Eve of St. Agnes--of all the lovely radiant things of which the poets of the world have sung-- Of course Dalton did not think of her in quite…mehr

Andere Kunden interessierten sich auch für
Produktbeschreibung
She did not need a hat. It would have hidden her hair. George Dalton, watching her from the door, decided that he had never seen such hair, bronze, parted on the side, with a thick wave across the forehead, it shaded eyes which were clear wells of light. She was a little thing with a quality in her youth which made one think of the year at the spring, of the day at morn, of Botticelli's Simonetta, of Shelley's lark, of Wordsworth's daffodils, of Keats' Eve of St. Agnes--of all the lovely radiant things of which the poets of the world have sung-- Of course Dalton did not think of her in quite that way. He knew something of Browning and little of Keats, but he had at least the wit to discern the rareness of her type. As for the rest, she wore faded blue, which melted into the blue of the mists, stubbed and shabby russet shoes and an air of absorption in her returned soldier. This absorption Dalton found himself subconsciously resenting. Following an instinctive urge, he emerged, therefore, from his chrysalis of ill-temper, and smiled upon a transformed universe.
Autorenporträt
Irene Temple Bailey, born on February 24, 1869, in Petersburg, Virginia, was a highly successful American novelist and short story writer. She began her career around 1902, contributing stories to renowned national magazines such as The Saturday Evening Post, Cavalier Magazine, Cosmopolitan, The American Magazine, Good Housekeeping, and McCall's. In 1914, she wrote the screenplay for the Vitagraph Studios film Auntie, and two of her novels were adapted into films. Bailey's literary success extended beyond magazine contributions; three of her books were on the list of bestselling novels in the United States in 1918, 1922, and 1926. Despite her success, Bailey never married. She passed away on July 6, 1953, at her apartment in Washington, D.C. Her obituary in The New York Post estimated that her novels had sold over three million copies, solidifying her status as one of the best-paid writers of her time. Cosmopolitan magazine had once paid her $325,000 for three serial novels and short stories, underscoring her immense success in the literary world.