John Moore (British Author) - Works

Works

  • Dixon's Cubs (1930)
  • The Book of the Fly-rod (ed, with Hugh Sheringham) (1931)
  • Dear Lovers (1931)
  • Tramping Through Wales (1931)
  • English Comedy (1932)
  • King Carnival
  • The Walls are Down (1933)
  • The Welsh Marches (1933)
  • The New Forest (1934)
  • Country Men (Biography) (1935)
  • The Angler's week-end Book (ed, with Eric Taverner) (1935)
  • Overture, Beginners! (1936)
  • The Cotswolds (1937)
  • Clouds of Glory (1938)
  • A Walk Through Surrey (1939)
  • The Countryman's England (1939)
  • Life and Letters of Edward Thomas (ed) (1939)
  • Wit's End (1942)
  • Fleet Air Arm (history) (1943)
  • Escort Carrier (1944)
  • The Navy and the Y Scheme (1944)
  • Portrait of Elmbury (1945)
  • Brensham Village (1946)
  • The Blue Field (1948)
  • Dance and Skylark (1951)
  • Midsummer Meadow (1953)
  • Tiger, Tiger (short stories) (1953)
  • The Season of the Year (1954)
  • The White Sparrow (1954)
  • The Boy's Country Book (ed) (1955)
  • Come Rain, Come shine (1956)
  • September Moon (1957)
  • Jungle Girl (1958)
  • Man and Bird and Beast (1959)
  • You English Words (1961)
  • The Elizabethans (1962)
  • The Year of the Pigeons (1963)
  • Best Fishing Stories (1965)
  • The Waters Under the Earth (1965)

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