Touchstone Volume 1; A Saturday Journal of Criticism, Commentary, and Satire (Paperback)
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RareBooksClub. Paperback. New. This item is printed on demand. Paperback. 172 pages. Dimensions: 9.7in. x 7.4in. x 0.4in.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. 1869 Excerpt: . . . more that you stir a puddle the worst speed. Tis an ill wind that is a pin a day. Idleness is the parent of a pigs tail, but necessity is the mother of pearl. The grey mare is a groat a year. PUBLICATIONS RECEIVED. The Colonial Monthly. --Mr. Walstabs novel continues to display considerable ability, and the other contents arc of an interesting nature. CHRISTMAS, 1869. Merry Christmas of old England, we that live beyond the sea, With another sky above us, fondly turn to sing of thee! Turn, in Jesters cap and motley, not a whit the less sincere In the tribute that we send thee, crown and flower of the year. Now by wood and now by common, footmarks in the snow are lost; And the dear old English windows glint with arabesques of frost. Now December winds are roaming through the elms with fitful moan, And the oak-trees and the fir-trees take their eerie winter tone. Now the giant yule-log blazing, sends abroad its merry glow, And the mouths of Youth and Beauty meet beneath the mistletoe. Now is peace and now is gladness--wearied foes their feuds forget, And the dark-green holly glistens where the social bands are met. There the generous feast is lending pleasant odours to the air, And the oaken boards are groaning underneath their Christmas fare; There in hours of frosty starlight, happy-hearted troops of waits--Sing their immemorial ditties at the windows and the gates. There, in homes bereft of faces--there, in places sanctified Long by Love, and Death, and Sorrow, comes a dream at Christmas-tide! Dream that leaves the dreamers gazing at the vacant fireside seat; While the winds are at the casement, and the rain is in the street. There a weather-beaten sailor lifts some cottage latch to-day, Where a broken-hearted mother grieves for one who ran away. There. . . This item ships from La Vergne,TN.

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Language: English Brand New Book ***** Print on Demand *****. 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. 1869 Excerpt: . more that you stir a puddle the worst speed. Tis an ill wind that is a pin a day. Idleness is the parent of a pig s tail, but necessity is the mother of pearl. The grey mare is a groat a year. PUBLICATIONS RECEIVED. The Colonial Monthly.--Mr. Walstab s novel continues to display considerable ability, and the other contents arc of an interesting nature. CHRISTMAS, 1869. Merry Christmas of old England, we that live beyond the sea, With another sky above us, fondly turn to sing of thee! Turn, in Jester s cap and motley, not a whit the less sincere In the tribute that we send thee, crown and flower of the year. Now by wood and now by common, footmarks in the snow are lost; And the dear old English windows glint with arabesques of frost. Now December winds are roaming through the elms with fitful moan, And the oak-trees and the fir-trees take their eerie winter tone. Now the giant yule-log blazing, sends abroad its merry glow, And the mouths of Youth and Beauty meet beneath the mistletoe. Now is peace and now is gladness--wearied foes their feuds forget, And the dark-green holly glistens where the social bands are met. There the generous feast is lending pleasant odours to the air, And the oaken boards are groaning underneath their Christmas fare; There in hours of frosty starlight, happy-hearted troops of waits--Sing their immemorial ditties at the windows and the gates. There, in homes bereft of faces--there, in places sanctified Long by Love, and Death, and Sorrow, comes a dream at Christmas-tide! Dream that leaves the dreamers gazing at the vacant fireside seat; While the winds are at the casement, and the rain is in the street. There a weather-beaten sailor lifts some cottage latch to-day, Where a broken-hearted mother grieves for one who ran away. There.

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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. 1869 Excerpt: ... more that you stir a puddle the worst speed. 'Tis an ill wind that is a pin a day. Idleness is the parent of a pig's tail, but necessity is the mother of' pearl. The grey mare is a groat a year. PUBLICATIONS RECEIVED. The Colonial Monthly.--Mr. Walstab's novel continues to display considerable ability, and the other contents arc of an interesting nature. CHRISTMAS, 1869. Merry Christmas of old England, we that live beyond the sea, With another sky above us, fondly turn to sing of thee! Turn, in Jester's cap and motley, not a whit the less sincere In the tribute that we send thee, crown and flower of the year. Now by wood and now by common, footmarks in the snow are lost; And the dear old English windows glint with arabesques of frost. Now December winds are roaming through the elms with fitful moan, And the oak-trees and the fir-trees take their eerie winter tone. Now the giant yule-log blazing, sends abroad its merry glow, And the mouths of Youth and Beauty meet beneath the mistletoe. Now is peace and now is gladness--wearied foes their feuds forget, And the dark-green holly glistens where the social bands are met. There the generous feast is lending pleasant odours to the air, And the oaken boards are groaning underneath their Christmas fare; There in hours of frosty starlight, happy-hearted troops of waits--Sing their immemorial ditties at the windows and the gates. There, in homes bereft of faces--there, in places sanctified Long by Love, and Death, and Sorrow, comes a dream at Christmas-tide! Dream that leaves the dreamers gazing at the vacant fireside seat; While the winds are at the casement, and the rain is in the street. There a weather-beaten sailor lifts some cottage latch to-day, Where a broken-hearted mother grieves for one who ran away. There... Paperback, Label: RareBooksClub.com, RareBooksClub.com, Produktgruppe: Book, Publiziert: 2012-05-11, Studio: RareBooksClub.com.

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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. 1869 Excerpt: ... more that you stir a puddle the worst speed. 'Tis an ill wind that is a pin a day. Idleness is the parent of a pig's tail, but necessity is the mother of' pearl. The grey mare is a groat a year. PUBLICATIONS RECEIVED. The Colonial Monthly.--Mr. Walstab's novel continues to display considerable ability, and the other contents arc of an interesting nature. CHRISTMAS, 1869. Merry Christmas of old England, we that live beyond the sea, With another sky above us, fondly turn to sing of thee! Turn, in Jester's cap and motley, not a whit the less sincere In the tribute that we send thee, crown and flower of the year. Now by wood and now by common, footmarks in the snow are lost; And the dear old English windows glint with arabesques of frost. Now December winds are roaming through the elms with fitful moan, And the oak-trees and the fir-trees take their eerie winter tone. Now the giant yule-log blazing, sends abroad its merry glow, And the mouths of Youth and Beauty meet beneath the mistletoe. Now is peace and now is gladness--wearied foes their feuds forget, And the dark-green holly glistens where the social bands are met. There the generous feast is lending pleasant odours to the air, And the oaken boards are groaning underneath their Christmas fare; There in hours of frosty starlight, happy-hearted troops of waits--Sing their immemorial ditties at the windows and the gates. There, in homes bereft of faces--there, in places sanctified Long by Love, and Death, and Sorrow, comes a dream at Christmas-tide! Dream that leaves the dreamers gazing at the vacant fireside seat; While the winds are at the casement, and the rain is in the street. There a weather-beaten sailor lifts some cottage latch to-day, Where a broken-hearted mother grieves for one who ran away. There... Paperback, Label: RareBooksClub.com, RareBooksClub.com, Produktgruppe: Book, Publiziert: 2012-05-11, Studio: RareBooksClub.com.

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