Robert W. Chambers

Robert W. Chambers

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Portrait of Robert W. Chambers Robert W. Chambers The Maker of Moons (1896)

It scarcely seemed possible that the symmetry of tree and lawn and lucent pool could have been one of nature's accidents. I had never before seen this glade, nor had I ever heard it spoken of by either Pierpont or Barris. It was a marvel, this diamond-clear basin, regular and graceful as a Roman fountain, set in the gem of turf. And these great trees, they also belonged not to America but to some legend-haunted forest of France, where moss-grown marbles stand neglected in dim glades and the twilight of the forest shelters fairies and slender shapes from shadow-land.
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Portrait of Robert W. Chambers Robert W. Chambers The Maker of Moons (1896)

I called again, my tongue stiff with fright; but I called as one awaking from a dream—a horrid dream, for my nostrils quivered with the damp acrid odour, and I felt the crab-reptile clinging to my knee. Why had the night fallen so swiftly—and where was I—where?—stiff, chilled, torn, and bleeding, lying flung like a corpse over my own threshold, with Voyou licking my face and Barris stooping above me in the light of a lamp that flared and smoked in the night breeze like a torch. Faugh!
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Portrait of Robert W. Chambers Robert W. Chambers The Maker of Moons (1896)

When I came to the path that leaves the main road and enters the Sweet Fern Covert below the spinney, I hesitated; but the beauty of the night lured me on and the night-thrushes called me from every thicket. In the starry radiance shrubs, grasses, field flowers, stood out distinctly, for there was no moon to cast shadows. Meadow and brook, grove and stream, were illuminated by the pale glow. Like great lamps lighted, the planets hung from the high domed sky, and through their mysterious rays the fixed stars, calm, serene, stared from the heavens like eyes.
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