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IDB Productions, 2017-01-01. MP3 CD. New. In offering the American public a carefully studied outline of its national park system, I have two principal objects. The one is to describe and differentiate the national parks in a manner which will enable the reader to appreciate their importance, scope, meaning, beauty, manifold uses and enormous value to individual and nation. The other is to use these parks, in which Nature is writing in large plain lines the story of America's making, as examples illustrating the several kinds of scenery, and what each kind means in terms of world building; in other words, to translate the practical findings of science into unscientific phrase for the reader's increased profit and pleasure, not only in his national parks but in all other scenic places great and small." - From the Preface of this Book</br></br>The Book Of The National Parks, On The Appreciation Of Scenery includes: The National Parks Of The United States; The Granite National Parks, Granite's Part In Scenery; Yosemite, The Incomparable; The Proposed Roosevelt National Park; The Heart Of The Rockies; Mckinley, Giant Of Giants; Lafayette And The East; The Volcanic National Parks; On The Volcano In Scenery; Lassen Peak And Mount Katmai; Mount Rainier, Icy Octopus; Crater Lake's Bowl Of Indigo; Yellowstone, A Volcanic Interlude; Three Monsters Of Hawaii, The Sedimentary National Parks; On Sedimentary Rock In Scenery; Glaciered Peaks And Painted Shales; Rock Records Of A Vanished Race; The Healing Waters, The Grand Canyon And Our National Monuments, On The Scenery Of The Southwest; A Pageant Of Creation; The Rainbow Of The Desert; Historic Monuments Of The Southwest; Desert Spectacles; The Muir Woods And Other National Monuments.</br></br>Robert Sterling Yard was a United States author, journalist, and wilderness activist. He was born in Haverstraw, New York, he studied at Princeton University and after graduating, worked in the business of editing and publishing for 20 long years., IDB Productions, 2017-01-01, 6, Timber Press, 2017. Hardcover. Fine. All of our books without an ISBN number (normally pre-1970 in date) are described individually in detail. Books with an ISBN number (this one included) are all offered for sale in a reasonable condition or better: some may be in very good, near fine, or fine condition. If the condition is critical to your decision to purchase, then please contact us and we will let you know our view of its condition. If the book is extremely heavy, we may need to contact you before completion of purchase to advise you of extra postage costs., Timber Press, 2017, 5, Boston: Christian Science Monitor, 1989. Cloth, xiii, 205 pages, illustrations (some colour); 27 cm. Firm binding, clean inside copy. Dust jacket protected in a mylar cover. OVERSIZE! No priority/international, except by arrangement. The articles in this book originally appeared in The Christian Science Monitor from 1980 to 1988. 20th century art: introducing a broader view / Andrew Wyeth and Jackson Pollock; The full diversity of art / Andrew Wyeth; Awakening to a deeper consciousness / Edvard Munch; Morality and the art of Georges Rouault / Georges Rouault; The question of identity in 20th century art / Alberto Giacometti; The narrow thread of humanism in Modern art / Kathe Kollwitz; Severing the umbilical cord / Laszlo Moholy-Nagy and Charles Sheeler; Focusing on the irreducible / Piet Mondrian and Edward Hopper; The influence of dogma in American art / John Steuart Curry; State of the arts: confused, contradictory, healthy / Stow Wengenroth; Translating the principles of nature / Alexander Calder; Paul Klee: letting spirit and intuition take over / Paul Klee; Warhol: a mirror of his times / Andy Warhol. Reconciling art with the primal forces of life / Theodoros Stamos; Chagall: art as a high wire act / Marc Chagall; Sculpture pregnant with meaning / Constantin Brancusi; Satire: a tricky business / Grant Wood; Private treasure troves / Joseph Cornell; Freshness, joy, guiltlessness in art / Ida Kohlmeyer; Art: denying chaos, defeating despair / David Ray; Looking at art with the heart, not the head / Robert Natkin; Charles Burchfield, American maverick / Charles Burchfield; Giving credit where credit is due / Norman Rockwell; Kinesthetic experiences re-attuned by Athena Tacha / Athena Tacha; The eccentricity of Ivan Albright / Ivan Albright; Humanity in art / Raphael Soyer; Creative intuition in art / Roy De Forest. Morris Graves: art in fleeting glimpses / Morris Graves; I like it, but is it art? / Jasper Johns; Art in touch with the divine / Giorgio Morandi; If it's unemotional, is it art? / Chuck Close; Georgia O'Keeffe: appearances / Georgia O'Keeffe; Finding art in the everyday / Joan Sloan; What links Durer and Milton? / Peter Milton; How does an artist grow? / Richard Diebenkorn; Drawing: a highly intuitive act / James Schmidt; Art unified, consistent, and whole / Paul Cezanne; Rothko: art as meditation / Mark Rothko; Art as a public event / Mel Leiserowitz; The artist as iconoclast / Jonathan Borofsky; Art celebrating life / "Grandma" Moses; Who says portraits for pay have to be bad? / Sarah Swenson; Gouged, scratched, scumbled, beautiful / Enrico Donati. The delights of sketching / Paula Modersohn-Becker; Small, unassuming, profound / Morris Graves; Paintings to walk around in / Winslow Homer; Neighbors as art / John Ahearn; More talent than fame / Hyman Bloom; The matter of talent / Henri Matisse; Painters of nouns and verbs / Igor Galanin and John Marin; Andrew Wyeth: beyond Helga / Andre Wyeth; Face to face / Theodore F. Wolff; Out in the sun and the wind / Jessie Benton-Evans; The sculptor as herdsman / Leslie Bohnenkamp; Morality plays of Jerome Witkin / Jerome Witkin; What Rembrandt has to teach us: dignity, character, compassion / Rembrandt.. 1st. Hardcover. Fine/Fine. 4to. Collectible., Christian Science Monitor, 1989, 5, MP3 Audio CD. Nightingales BEAUTIFUL must be the mountains whence ye come, And bright in the fruitful valleys the streams, wherefrom Ye learn your song: Where are those starry woods? O might I wander there, Among the flowers, which in that heavenly air Bloom the year long! Nay, barren are those mountains and spent the streams: Our song is the voice of desire, that haunts our dreams, A throe of the heart, Whose pining visions dim, forbidden hopes profound, No dying cadence nor long sigh can sound, For all our art. Alone, aloud in the raptured ear of men We pour our dark nocturnal secret; and then, As night is withdrawn From these sweet-springing meads and bursting boughs of May, Dream, while the innumerable choir of day Welcome the dawn., 0, MP3 Audio CD. A Child's Nightmare (in Short Poetry Collection 002 ) THROUGH long nursery nights he stood By my bed unwearying, Loomed gigantic, formless, queer, Purring in my haunted ear That same hideous nightmare thing, Talking, as he lapped my blood, In a voice cruel and flat, Saying for ever, “Cat!… Cat!… Cat!…” That one word was all he said, That one word through all my sleep, In monotonous mock despair. Nonsense may be light as air, But there’s Nonsense that can keep Horror bristling round the head, When a voice cruel and flat Says for ever, “Cat!… Cat!… Cat!…” He had faded, he was gone Years ago with Nursery Land, When he leapt on me again From the clank of a night train, Overpowered me foot and head, Lapped my blood, while on and on The old voice cruel and flat Says for ever, “Cat!… Cat!… Cat!…” Morphia drowsed, again I lay In a crater by High Wood: He was there with straddling legs, Staring eyes as big as eggs, Purring as he lapped my blood, His black bulk darkening the day, With a voice cruel and flat, “Cat!… Cat!… Cat!… Cat!…” he said, “Cat!… Cat!…” When I’m shot through heart and head, And there’s no choice but to die, The last word I’ll hear, no doubt, Won’t be “Charge!” or “Bomb them out!” Nor the stretcher-bearer’s cry, “Let that body be, he’s dead!” But a voice cruel and flat Saying for ever, “Cat!… Cat!… Cat!&rdquo, 0, MP3 Audio CD. A Letter Home, by Sigfried Sassoon (in Lavender Lit 101 - International LGB Literature up to 1923 ) A LETTER HOME (To Robert Graves) I Here I'm sitting in the gloom Of my quiet attic room. France goes rolling all around, Fledged with forest May has crowned. And I puff my pipe, calm-hearted, Thinking how the fighting started, Wondering when we'll ever end it, Back to Hell with Kaiser send it, Gag the noise, pack up and go, Clockwork soldiers in a row. I've got better things to do Than to waste my time on you. II Robert, when I drowse to-night, Skirting lawns of sleep to chase Shifting dreams in mazy light, Somewhere then I'll see your face Turning back to bid me follow Where I wag my arms and hollo, Over hedges hasting after Crooked smile and baffling laughter, Running tireless, floating, leaping, Down your web-hung woods and valleys, Garden glooms and hornbeam alleys, Where the glowworm stars are peeping, Till I find you, quiet as stone On a hill-top all alone, Staring outward, gravely pondering Jumbled leagues of hillock-wandering. III You and I have walked together In the starving winter weather. We've been glad because we knew Time's too short and friends are few. We've been sad because we missed One whose yellow head was kissed By the gods, who thought about him Till they couldn't do without him. Now he's here again; I've seen Soldier David dressed in green, Standing in a wood that swings To the madrigal he sings. He's come back, all mirth and glory, Like the prince in a fairy story. Winter called him far away; Blossoms bring him home with May. IV W, 0, MP3 Audio CD. The Author's Abstract of Melancholy When I go musing all alone Thinking of divers things fore-known, When I build castles in the air, Void of sorrow and void of fear, Pleasing myself with phantasms sweet, Methinks the time runs very fleet. All my joys to this are folly, Naught so sweet as melancholy. When I lie waking all alone, Recounting what I have ill done, My thoughts on me then tyrannise, Fear and sorrow me surprise, Whether I tarry still or go, Methinks the time moves very slow. All my griefs to this are jolly, Naught so mad as melancholy. When to myself I act and smile, With pleasing thoughts the time beguile, By a brook side or wood so green, Unheard, unsought for, or unseen, A thousand pleasures do me bless, And crown my soul with happiness. All my joys besides are folly, None so sweet as melancholy. When I lie, sit, or walk alone, I sigh, I grieve, making great moan, In a dark grove, or irksome den, With discontents and Furies then, A thousand miseries at once Mine heavy heart and soul ensconce, All my griefs to this are jolly, None so sour as melancholy. Methinks I hear, methinks I see, Sweet music, wondrous melody, Towns, palaces, and cities fine; Here now, then there; the world is mine, Rare beauties, gallant ladies shine, Whate’er is lovely or divine. All other joys to this are folly, None so sweet as melancholy. Methinks I hear, methinks I see Ghosts, goblins, fiends; my phantasy Presents a thousand ugly shapes, Headless bears, black men, and apes, Doleful outcries, and fearful sights, My sad and dismal soul affrights. All my griefs to this are jolly, None so damn’d as melancholy. Methinks I, 0, MP3 Audio CD. Nightingales BEAUTIFUL must be the mountains whence ye come, And bright in the fruitful valleys the streams, wherefrom Ye learn your song: Where are those starry woods? O might I wander there, Among the flowers, which in that heavenly air Bloom the year long! Nay, barren are those mountains and spent the streams: Our song is the voice of desire, that haunts our dreams, A throe of the heart, Whose pining visions dim, forbidden hopes profound, No dying cadence nor long sigh can sound, For all our art. Alone, aloud in the raptured ear of men We pour our dark nocturnal secret; and then, As night is withdrawn From these sweet-springing meads and bursting boughs of May, Dream, while the innumerable choir of day Welcome the dawn., 0, New York: Collins, 2009. W2 - An uncorrected pregalley paperback book SIGNED by author on the title page in very good condition that has some bumped corners, lightly curled, some scattered light stains, light tanning and shelf wear. A revolutionary and timely reconsideration of a major AMerican literary and environmental icon from the best-selling author of Rats. 9"x6", 357 pages. Satisfaction Guaranteed. Henry David Thoreau is one of those authors that readers think they know, even if they don't. He's the solitary curmudgeon with the shack out in the woods, the mystic worshipping solemnly in the quiet church of nature. He's our national Natural Man, the prophet of environmentalism. But here Robert Sullivan - who himself has been called an "urban Thoreau" (New York Times Book Review) - presents the Thoreau you don't know: the activist, the organizer, the gregarious adventurer, the guy who likes to go camping with friends (even if they sometimes accidentally burn the woods down). Sullivan argues that Walden was a book intended to revive America, a communal work forever pigeonholed as a reclusive one, and this misreading is at the heart of our troubled relationship with the environment today. Sullivan shows us not a lonely eccentric but a man in his growing village: a man who danced and sang, who worked throughout his short life at the family pencil-making business, and moved into his parents' house after leaving Walden, but always paid his father rent. Passionate yet whimsical, The Thoreau You Don't Know asks us to re-examine our everyday relationship with the natural world, and one another.. Signed by Author. Paperback. Very Good/No Jacket as Issued. 8vo - over 7¾" - 9¾" tall. Advance Reading Copy (ARC)., Collins, 2009, 3, MP3 Audio CD. The Author's Abstract of Melancholy When I go musing all alone Thinking of divers things fore-known, When I build castles in the air, Void of sorrow and void of fear, Pleasing myself with phantasms sweet, Methinks the time runs very fleet. All my joys to this are folly, Naught so sweet as melancholy. When I lie waking all alone, Recounting what I have ill done, My thoughts on me then tyrannise, Fear and sorrow me surprise, Whether I tarry still or go, Methinks the time moves very slow. All my griefs to this are jolly, Naught so mad as melancholy. When to myself I act and smile, With pleasing thoughts the time beguile, By a brook side or wood so green, Unheard, unsought for, or unseen, A thousand pleasures do me bless, And crown my soul with happiness. All my joys besides are folly, None so sweet as melancholy. When I lie, sit, or walk alone, I sigh, I grieve, making great moan, In a dark grove, or irksome den, With discontents and Furies then, A thousand miseries at once Mine heavy heart and soul ensconce, All my griefs to this are jolly, None so sour as melancholy. Methinks I hear, methinks I see, Sweet music, wondrous melody, Towns, palaces, and cities fine; Here now, then there; the world is mine, Rare beauties, gallant ladies shine, Whate’er is lovely or divine. All other joys to this are folly, None so sweet as melancholy. Methinks I hear, methinks I see Ghosts, goblins, fiends; my phantasy Presents a thousand ugly shapes, Headless bears, black men, and apes, Doleful outcries, and fearful sights, My sad and dismal soul affrights. All my griefs to this are jolly, None so damn’d as melancholy. Methinks I, 0, MP3 Audio CD. In offering the American public a carefully studied outline of its national park system, I have two principal objects. The one is to describe and differentiate the national parks in a manner which will enable the reader to appreciate their importance, scope, meaning, beauty, manifold uses and enormous value to individual and nation. The other is to use these parks, in which Nature is writing in large plain lines the story of America's making, as examples illustrating the several kinds of scenery, and what each kind means in terms of world building; in other words, to translate the practical findings of science into unscientific phrase for the reader's increased profit and pleasure, not only in his national parks but in all other scenic places great and small." - From the Preface of this BookThe Book Of The National Parks, On The Appreciation Of Scenery includes: The National Parks Of The United States; The Granite National Parks, Granite's Part In Scenery; Yosemite, The Incomparable; The Proposed Roosevelt National Park; The Heart Of The Rockies; Mckinley, Giant Of Giants; Lafayette And The East; The Volcanic National Parks; On The Volcano In Scenery; Lassen Peak And Mount Katmai; Mount Rainier, Icy Octopus; Crater Lake's Bowl Of Indigo; Yellowstone, A Volcanic Interlude; Three Monsters Of Hawaii, The Sedimentary National Parks; On Sedimentary Rock In Scenery; Glaciered Peaks And Painted Shales; Rock Records Of A Vanished Race; The Healing Waters, The Grand Canyon And Our National Monuments, On The Scenery Of The Southwest; A Pageant Of Creation; The Rainbow Of The Desert; Historic Monuments Of The Southwest; Desert Spectacles; The Muir Woods And Other National Monuments.Robert Sterling Yard was a United States author, journalist, and wilderness activist. He was born in Haverstraw, New York, he studied at Princeton University and after graduating, worked in the business of editing and publishing for 20 long years., 0, MP3 Audio CD. In offering the American public a carefully studied outline of its national park system, I have two principal objects. The one is to describe and differentiate the national parks in a manner which will enable the reader to appreciate their importance, scope, meaning, beauty, manifold uses and enormous value to individual and nation. The other is to use these parks, in which Nature is writing in large plain lines the story of America's making, as examples illustrating the several kinds of scenery, and what each kind means in terms of world building; in other words, to translate the practical findings of science into unscientific phrase for the reader's increased profit and pleasure, not only in his national parks but in all other scenic places great and small." - From the Preface of this BookThe Book Of The National Parks, On The Appreciation Of Scenery includes: The National Parks Of The United States; The Granite National Parks, Granite's Part In Scenery; Yosemite, The Incomparable; The Proposed Roosevelt National Park; The Heart Of The Rockies; Mckinley, Giant Of Giants; Lafayette And The East; The Volcanic National Parks; On The Volcano In Scenery; Lassen Peak And Mount Katmai; Mount Rainier, Icy Octopus; Crater Lake's Bowl Of Indigo; Yellowstone, A Volcanic Interlude; Three Monsters Of Hawaii, The Sedimentary National Parks; On Sedimentary Rock In Scenery; Glaciered Peaks And Painted Shales; Rock Records Of A Vanished Race; The Healing Waters, The Grand Canyon And Our National Monuments, On The Scenery Of The Southwest; A Pageant Of Creation; The Rainbow Of The Desert; Historic Monuments Of The Southwest; Desert Spectacles; The Muir Woods And Other National Monuments.Robert Sterling Yard was a United States author, journalist, and wilderness activist. He was born in Haverstraw, New York, he studied at Princeton University and after graduating, worked in the business of editing and publishing for 20 long years., 0, MP3 Audio CD. A Letter Home, by Sigfried Sassoon (in Lavender Lit 101 - International LGB Literature up to 1923 ) A LETTER HOME (To Robert Graves) I Here I'm sitting in the gloom Of my quiet attic room. France goes rolling all around, Fledged with forest May has crowned. And I puff my pipe, calm-hearted, Thinking how the fighting started, Wondering when we'll ever end it, Back to Hell with Kaiser send it, Gag the noise, pack up and go, Clockwork soldiers in a row. I've got better things to do Than to waste my time on you. II Robert, when I drowse to-night, Skirting lawns of sleep to chase Shifting dreams in mazy light, Somewhere then I'll see your face Turning back to bid me follow Where I wag my arms and hollo, Over hedges hasting after Crooked smile and baffling laughter, Running tireless, floating, leaping, Down your web-hung woods and valleys, Garden glooms and hornbeam alleys, Where the glowworm stars are peeping, Till I find you, quiet as stone On a hill-top all alone, Staring outward, gravely pondering Jumbled leagues of hillock-wandering. III You and I have walked together In the starving winter weather. We've been glad because we knew Time's too short and friends are few. We've been sad because we missed One whose yellow head was kissed By the gods, who thought about him Till they couldn't do without him. Now he's here again; I've seen Soldier David dressed in green, Standing in a wood that swings To the madrigal he sings. He's come back, all mirth and glory, Like the prince in a fairy story. Winter called him far away; Blossoms bring him home with May. IV W, 0, MP3 Audio CD. A Child's Nightmare (in Short Poetry Collection 002 ) THROUGH long nursery nights he stood By my bed unwearying, Loomed gigantic, formless, queer, Purring in my haunted ear That same hideous nightmare thing, Talking, as he lapped my blood, In a voice cruel and flat, Saying for ever, “Cat!… Cat!… Cat!…” That one word was all he said, That one word through all my sleep, In monotonous mock despair. Nonsense may be light as air, But there’s Nonsense that can keep Horror bristling round the head, When a voice cruel and flat Says for ever, “Cat!… Cat!… Cat!…” He had faded, he was gone Years ago with Nursery Land, When he leapt on me again From the clank of a night train, Overpowered me foot and head, Lapped my blood, while on and on The old voice cruel and flat Says for ever, “Cat!… Cat!… Cat!…” Morphia drowsed, again I lay In a crater by High Wood: He was there with straddling legs, Staring eyes as big as eggs, Purring as he lapped my blood, His black bulk darkening the day, With a voice cruel and flat, “Cat!… Cat!… Cat!… Cat!…” he said, “Cat!… Cat!…” When I’m shot through heart and head, And there’s no choice but to die, The last word I’ll hear, no doubt, Won’t be “Charge!” or “Bomb them out!” Nor the stretcher-bearer’s cry, “Let that body be, he’s dead!” But a voice cruel and flat Saying for ever, “Cat!… Cat!… Cat!&rdquo, 0, Book. 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