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He glanced at his watch once again and made a low growling sound in his throat. They were going to be late for church. He hated to be late for anything, but especially church. He hated to be late for anything, but especially church eing a pastor’s kid with a mother who thought the pastor’s family being late was tantamount to heresy. Cass grinned at his frustration. It’s obvious you never had a sister. Jenn will be here in a minute. Jared pulled a box of Honeycomb cereal from the cabinet beside the refrigerator and began to eat it by the fistful. But I’m not holding my breath.
Related to the gift book is the annual
Related to the gift book is the annual. Source for information on Gift Books and Annuals: American History Through Literature 1820-1870 dictionary. A small brown-and-gold volume titled Autumn Dreams (1870), by Eppie Bowdre Castlen, a poet from Macon, Georgia, offers an example, with poems such as "Autumn Days," "The Dead Infant," and "All Is Dreary No. In a poem titled "Fifteen!" Castlen writes. in all the strength Of Womanhood, will I, down Childhood's green, Fresh valley, cast my last and ling'ring look. P. 9). Not all volumes were as saccharine as Castlen's, and many gift books contained mixtures of poetry and prose.
The castle's architecture was sui generis,1 unique; but it did have second cousins, and one of them was Earth medieval. ed up at the ribbed vaulting of the roof, a roof that looked twenty stories high. Chapel was a misnomer. Cathedral was more like it, clerestory windows and all. But this was not a Christian church. Linda had only a vague idea of the religion of the castle's world, knowing only that it was polytheistic and complex. But there weren't any statues here.
The Castle by Edwin Muir. All through that summer at ease we layAnd daily from the turret wallWe watched the mowers in the hay. Page. All through that summer at ease we lay, And daily from the turret wall We watched the mowers in the hay And the enemy half a mile away They seemed no threat to us at all.