The Victim: A Dramatic Monologue for a Man (Classic Reprint). Dieser Artikel ist nicht verfügbar.
Sprache: Englisch
Verlag: Forgotten Books, 2018
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- Titel
- The Victim: A Dramatic Monologue for a Man (Classic Reprint)
- Autor
- John Huebschmann
- Verlag
- Forgotten Books
- Erscheinungsjahr
- 2018
- Zustand
- New
- Einband
- Hardcover
- Sprache
- Englisch
- ISBN-10
- 026739229X
- ISBN-13
- 9780267392292
Excerpt from The Victim: A Dramatic Monologue for a Man
Who never see but what is bright Pure, sweet and good and right. Thus passed we timein gleeful sport, Till sun-set rays would beckon, that Home we go, and tell to mother dear The happiness of children's love. Then tired, at the bedside kneeling To pray with mother at my hand, I'd speak in faith to God and angels. Quiet on my pillow lying, with Angels all about my bed, sweet Dreams would soon enwrap me. Thus passing as the sunny rays Flitted by my childhood days.
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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.
Who never see but what is bright Pure, sweet and good and right. Thus passed we timein gleeful sport, Till sun-set rays would beckon, that Home we go, and tell to mother dear The happiness of children's love. Then tired, at the bedside kneeling To pray with mother at my hand, I'd speak in faith to God and angels. Quiet on my pillow lying, with Angels all about my bed, sweet Dreams would soon enwrap me. Thus passing as the sunny rays Flitted by my childhood days.
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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