This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1903 edition. Excerpt: ... T OVE is the only bow on life's dark cloud. It is the morning and the evening star. It shines upon the babe, and sheds its radiance on the quiet tomb. It is the Mother of Art, inspirer of poet, patriot and philosopher. It is the air and light to tired souls--builder of every home, kindler of every fire on ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1903 edition. Excerpt: ... T OVE is the only bow on life's dark cloud. It is the morning and the evening star. It shines upon the babe, and sheds its radiance on the quiet tomb. It is the Mother of Art, inspirer of poet, patriot and philosopher. It is the air and light to tired souls--builder of every home, kindler of every fire on every hearth. It was the first to dream of immortality. It fills the world with melody--for music is the voice of love. Love is the magician, the enchanter that changes worthless things to joy, and makes right royal kings and queens of common clay. It is the perfume of that wondrous flower, the heart, and without that sacred passion, that divine swoon, we are less than beasts; but with it, earth is heaven and we are gods. E was three years old, was Robert Ingersoll. There was a baby boy one year old, Ebon by name, then there was John, five years, and two elder sisters. Q Little Robert wore a red linseywoolsey dress, and was a restless, active youngster with a big head, a round face and a pug nose. No one ever asked, "What is it?"--there was " boy " written large in every baby action, and every feature from chubby bare feet to the two crowns of his close-cropped tow head. It was a morning in January, and the snow lay smooth and white over all those York State hills. The winter sun sent long gleams of light through the frost covered panes upon which the children were trying to draw pictures. Visitors began to arrive--visitors in stiff Sunday clothes, altho it was n't Sunday. There were aunts, and uncles, and cousins, and then just neighbors. They filled the little house full. Some of the men went out and split wood and brought in big armfuls and piled it in the corner. They moved on tiptoe and talked in whispers. And now and then they would walk...
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Add this copy of Little Journeys Volume 13 to cart. $21.21, new condition, Sold by Paperbackshop rated 4.0 out of 5 stars, ships from Bensenville, IL, UNITED STATES, published 2013 by Hardpress Publishing.
Add this copy of Little Journeys ... Volume 13 to cart. $31.57, new condition, Sold by Booksplease rated 3.0 out of 5 stars, ships from Southport, MERSEYSIDE, UNITED KINGDOM, published 2013 by Hardpress Publishing.
