James Edward Richardson

R. Toby Pennington

In this volume we aimed to assess progress in determining the processes by which current patterns of tropical biodiversity were established and are maintained. Tropical regions are highly species-rich and we present studies that have improved our understanding of the generation of that diversity at local, regional and global scales. We demonstrate how diverse fields from molecular phylogenetics, phylogeography, palaeontology and palaeoecology continue to improve our understanding of the natural history of the tropics.

Origin of Tropical Diversity: From Clades to Communities

Excerpt from Summer-Garden: New Poems The Summer-Garden King's gold, Mayor's gold, None like her hair's gold; Lo, how she flares gold Where the dance wheels; While its wise interlaces, Borne through chimed interspaces, Lisp the light commonplaces, All the heart feels. Red the pine splinter-torches Shine in the black winter-porches; How now the flame tinder-scorches All the heart knows! Red run the tillages From the morn's pillages; Wolves in the villages How I through the snows. Each round directing her, Steadying, her dance-companion, All-unsuspecting her, Swells with wild pride; Not the one dreaming her, Scanning each fed feature, Naught save a dead creature, None to call bride; About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

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Summer-Garden

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The Summer Garden

This historic book may have numerous typos, missing text or index. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. 1919. Not illustrated. Excerpt: ... SECOND NIGHT In Volkston The hollyhocks in the garden grow, As tall as soldiers all in a row, But there's none so tall and none so fair As my sweet love with her golden hair. Torrily-orrily-orrilly-O, The hollyhocks in the garden grow. The fiddlers bob in the parlor gay, And the grand piano's a thing to play; But there's naught so sweet in the world to hear As my love's laugh in a hungry ear. Squee-diddle-diddle the fiddles they go, The hollyhocks in the garden grow: zA grand piano's a plum to hear, But her laugh "frould cockle a bedesman s ear. Cakes and wine when the dancers rest, And a goose-down pillow for every guest; But I love my love and her way somewhat, With her wheatsheaf hair in a frowsy knot; -- rRound and round the dancers go, The hollyhocks in the garden grow. zA gray-goose pillow for every guest, But a pillow for me on her breathing breast. I answer quick to the drum and the fife, And the empty smile of the Governor's wife; But I think of my love that loves me well, In her little house with its lampy smell, When supper awaits at the vesper-bell. (In my house's dust-gray hold, The rattons creep the rafters old; Must I in such place as this, Banish all for one strange kiss -- My love lies within the mould In her cradling coffin cold: ) Flower in the street, I never knew a kiss could be so sweet! SYLVIA I Was a painter of this towering city Set round with deep-bayed waters of the night. Here did I live, here did I die; and here, Being dead, yet none the less I leave one scroll Of what I saw; who has the will may read it. Read? Read, let be; indifferent-browed I sleep, In this gray sleep -- that whose negledt might stir! Yet I have dreamt, as even the dead may dream, That might one living ear but know my word, Might answering voice confirm, I must but...

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